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From the 31st story balcony of Andy's virtual hotel room, I looked down at the pointillism-in-motion below. Avatars of all shapes, colors, and sizes traveled from tent to tent, booth to booth. This area of HonCon Taipei2 had a perpetual night market. Transactions of all shades of legality were occurring. Many tents and booths were fronts for merchants on the dark web and bright web.

Renegades from the bright web loved to hide amongst their less advanced compatriots. These renegades used less skilled hackers as scapegoats. I'd done it a couple times myself: not out of malice, out of necessity.

One of those poor souls reminded me of Andy. She'd been trying to show off to me and got herself caught. I let her drown tangled in the defective code she'd spun.

Andy's small talk drifted past me like steam from a deep fryer: balmy and grimy with brief whiffs of what was cooking.

"My girlfriend saw my pictures of you and pleaded with me to ask you to join us sometime."

I almost uttered another "uh-huh," but I realized he'd decided he'd warmed me up enough to ask me for more sex. I wondered if he considered it part of the payment for his help or something I'd want to do for free. "It's not off the table, but I'd require payment in addition to you making good on your end of our bargain."

"Payment? I thought we were buds."

"Look, I don't know you that well and you're being pushy. I tax people who are pushy."

"Pushy?" His brow furrowed for a moment before he set his jaw. "How was I pushy? I was just passing along something Lam said."

"You spent the last five minutes trying to butter me up. I didn't want to hear your opinions on how we're alike and respond to a litany of compliments that prove you know nothing about me. I want to work with you and see what you're like for myself. Don't treat me like a business partner you're trying to get a deal from. Treat me like a stranger you just met. Because we just met. It hasn't even been a week."

"Wow you're mean." He took a step back.

"Assertive," I corrected him. "Would you rather I lie to you and let our working relationship progress under false pretenses? I'm here, I need your expertise, and I don't hate you yet. That's where we are."

He looked down at the market and then back at me. His lips were a flat line with a slight curve downward: disappointment with a hint of anger. "Okay. Fine."

The vulnerability in his expression untangled some of my frustration with him. I put my hand on his shoulder. "Relax and stop trying so hard. It frustrates me, okay?"

"Sorry." He put his hand on mine.

His previous apology had felt like he was just saying it to get me to not leave his apartment. This one was genuine. I moved my hand out from under his and put it on his cheek. "Apology accepted." I took my hand back.

"You're very touchy-feely. When I first met you, I thought it was because we were going to have sex, but you're doing it now too." his straight lips bent just the tiniest bit upwards: a cautious smile.

"Well, you said you wanted to learn about Paitishek, so I figured I'd treat you like one when I conversed with you."

The smile grew. "I like it. It reminds me of my time in Barcelona."

"I'm glad." I double-checked our encrypted connection. Could we start talking about that strange combat suit tailor? I'm worried that I'm already too late to stop whatever is going on with that.

My friend says it's a site for hiring hitmen. He sent me all the information he'd gathered on the site.

My heart skipped a beat as I realized the measurements were all numbers for identifying targets. I sent his information to the CCAI.

I narrowed my eyes at him. "Why didn't you tell me this sooner?"

"I didn't have time to look into it seriously until like right before I was going to meet with you. They're rolling out a new product and--"

"Never mind. I have to go stop a murder."

It's then that he realized just how bad the situation was. His eyes became wide, the color left his cheeks, and sweat broke out on his forehead. "Shit... Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit!"

"Bye?" I offered.

"Yeah, you'd better go."

I switched hard out of the virtual world to see the Experience room around me. Disorientation from the sudden switch caused the room to spin. I'd had all my resources tied up protecting me in that simulation. I probably hadn't needed to go overboard like that, but recent events had made me cautious.

Strapped to the wall, I waited for the CCAI's reply. Seconds felt like hours. Twelve seconds later, the CCAI responded. We'll attempt to stop the hit. T minus twenty-six hours. Stay on Gualmeeta during this time. We may need you to transfer to earth if our efforts fail.

Do you know who's been targeted?

We'll let you know when we have confirmation.

I didn't move. I didn't think. Time passed like water as I waited for them to give me more information. I must have looked stressed because Kavuush asked, "Are you okay?" when she found me still strapped to the wall.

"No, I had something happen at work and I don't know what--" I ran out of words.

"Oh? What happened?" she asked.

"Someone's in trouble and I can't do anything to help them right now."

"I wish you could be more specific about your work."

"Me too."

"Do you need to stay here?"

I shook my head. "Not really."

"Do you want to be left alone?"

"Not really."

"Do you want a distraction?"

"Yes please!" I begged.

"Shipwrecker's Island? We could weave grass together." She smirked.

I laughed. "Sure, but I may have to transfer to earth at a moment's notice."

"That's fine. Let's just have fun while we can."

Kavuush got into the center VR exoskeleton and air bladders filled securing her without pinching her flesh.

The VR world spun around us as sand swirled solidifying into the scenery. I wondered how much of the production budget had gone into something we saw for all of five seconds as the game loaded.

Our thatched roof hut was to our left. In front of us was the plastic and twine monstrosity that was supposed to be a rain collector. Beyond it was an unbroken expanse of ocean. The deep orange and pink of the rising sun reflected off of the lethargic surf as Kavuush set about gathering sea grass we'd dried.

After handing me a bundle, she said, "Let's make cots out of logs and grass. It would be cool to sleep on this island for a night."

"Sure," I used a machete to make the wooden frames for our cots while she wove the grass into a surface we could lay on. The game allowed us to accelerate time. It just pretended that every bit of effort we put in got us much further.

Sweat started to pour from my body as the heat climbed. I got a warning that I'd get heat stroke if I didn't get in the shade. This game was famous for teaching survival skills, but I always felt like it was nagging me. I tended to focus on tasks till I collapsed, though.

This world had separated me from my problems and the panic I'd felt earlier was now just a dull helpless ache. It was easier to accept that the impending murder was out of my hands when I wasn't fixating on it. If I let myself think about it, the pang to do something was crippling.

I finished cutting the wood and then dragged it into our thatched hut. Kavuush was weaving up a storm, but it was too fast. Even when one accounted for the time acceleration.

"That's never going to hold together. You have to do a finer weave."

"So what if it doesn't hold together, it's just a game."

I shook my head. "What am I putting all this effort into the frames for?"

"They look nice."

"Thanks..." I It was one of many times she'd done something like that. I just felt so disappointed whenever I thought about it.

"Are you okay?"

"I just wish you'd pay details more respect. Your attitude about the weaving reminds me of that computer-less VR thing you did last year." It was a marionette that one connected to their limbs. She'd made it for a day of the dead celebration and painted it to look like a skeleton. It was brilliant, but she'd rushed it and ruined it.

"I can make a better one next time."

"It's just so wasteful to redo things that could have been done better the first time. Not just of resources, of your time and your energy."

"It's my time and my energy." She dropped her weaving. "It's mine to waste."

I sighed. "But, if you took just a bit more care, you'd get so much more done."

"And have dozens of unfinished projects like you?"

I puffed air out of my nostrils. "It's not black or white. I'm just suggesting you slow down a bit and think more before you commit so much of yourself to something."

She threw some grass across the room.

"All I'm asking is for you to try to model things more, to use the brakes sometimes."

"And I'm saying, no."

I glared at her. "I thought I was being gentle. Why are you so angry?"

"So much for spending the day with you," She got up and left.

Earlier in our relationship, I would've made the mistake of trying to get her to come back. Instead, I sat there feeling awful.

Twenty minutes later, when I was about to give up and leave the game, she came back into the hut saying, "I'm sick of explaining myself. It's not like I know what works and what doesn't the moment I start working on it. You ponder and model things, I build lots of prototypes."

"I'm sorry, I've got this strange engineer's pride. Whenever I see something made improperly, it offends me--"

She growled.

"Wait, I'm not done." I forced a smile. "You love to experiment. I think you play with design. You want to learn yourself rather than looking things up. I just don't understand why you don't do a bit more research before you start something. It might save you some disappointment."

"I don't understand why you research things so long that you never get around to doing them."

I sat there for a couple minutes fighting the urge to leave in a huff. She went back to weaving, her way.

After calming myself down, I realized she was right. I fell into decision paralysis easily. I suddenly felt very heavy. Useless. "I'm sorry."

"Me too... How about we both try to get better at managing our projects?"

"Sure. I'll keep my mouth shut next time about this sort of thing."

"I'll work harder on not snapping at you."

She took my hand into hers and said, "Want to make a bet? Once I finish this bed, if it doesn't last a week, you'll get to order me around for a day. And if I win, I'll get to order you around."

"What kind of orders?"

"Make me lunch, dance, bend over, strip, fuck me, et cetera. "

My heart fluttered. "Oooh."

"It's a deal, then?"

I nodded blushing. "Let's define a day as eight hours of ordering around. That way, if I get called away, we can resume when I get back."

"Sure!"

It didn't take long for us to finish the cots. When I lay down in mine, I had mixed feelings. The way Kavuush had woven it made it a bit lumpy, but it had enough give not to be too hard. The dried grass wasn't a good texture for rubbing up against scales. It felt like lying on the side of a fine-toothed comb. "I wonder what we could put in these to make them more comfortable?"

"We have some life vests and fabric that washed up on shore. How about you design our pads and I'll follow your lead?"

"Thanks."

Cutting the life vest foam was really annoying. As I did so, I wondered where I was supposed to think they came from. A sad tragedy where the ship sank so fast no one could get their vests on in time?

After I'd fully constructed the mats, we put them on the beds. Kavuush said, "I could sleep here every night."

I laughed. "Me too."

"Let's have the game simulate a week and see if these things break."

"You don't want to just sleep here every night for a week?" I asked.

"The sooner I get to start ordering you around, the better. I have plans for you."

I stared at her emerging phallus. "Just what are you planning?"

"You'll find out when I win!"

Kavuush's woven grass had no problem lasting a simulated week. The game reported minimal wear. I should've realized that a week was a very short time, but was happy to lose. I had no idea what I would've done with my day of ordering Kavuush around.

I was the critic. I was the one that spent more of my time micromanaging the pursuits of others. A therapist had told me that it was a way of feeling safe and in control. I couldn't argue with that. When I was anxious, I was more controlling. Also more likely to delay decisions.

Kavuush got out of her exoskeleton as I unstrapped myself from the wall. When I looked up, her breasts collided with mine. I gasped only to give her tongue a way into my mouth.

She broke the kiss once both of us were hard and said, "That's it for now."

I turned around and pressed my buttocks against her erection. "Please?"

"Nope. We gotta get you dressed."

"Are we going somewhere?"

"Yep! We're going to enjoy the outdoors."

"That's vague," I complained.

"I always say too much and then you guess... To the bedroom!" She held me by the shoulders as if driving me there.

Once we were inside, she started rifling through the bottom drawer in my bamboo dresser. It's where I kept the stuff I wore the least. She pulled out a dark teal skirt that went down just past my knees and a frilly orange blouse. I wasn't sure the colors went together, but I'd long since accepted that Kavuush didn't care what people thought of her color choices.

I started to grab a pair of panties, but Kavuush said, "We won't be needing those."

"Enjoying the outdoors, huh?"

"Yep! I won't be wearing any either, so we'll be even."

"Why don't we just go nude?"

She ran a finger under my balls and across my sex. "Because I have plans for you."

"P-plans?" I moaned as her finger entered.

"Yes, plans."

After she retrieved her finger, she held it out for me and said, "Lick."

I trembled as I did so. She was copying the ways in which I used domination to excite her. "You've never acted like this before."

Her ears drooped. "Oh? Am I doing it wrong?"

I ran my fingers across her cheek. "Not at all. It's perfect."

She traded her worried visage for a confident smile. "Time to get dressed." When she handed me my outfit, she leaned in and kissed my cheek.

By the time I was dressed, she was wearing a lacy tan blouse and a bright red skirt. The skirt was a bit shorter than mine and the blouse showed off enough cleavage that I wondered if it was lingerie. My blouse wasn't much better. Leaf-patterned mesh showed off the sides of my breasts.

Neither of us was wearing a bra. When I was biological, I actually liked bras in some situations. Paitishek breasts were more firm than humans'. But, at a full run they could still be cumbersome.

We got in e-vellos and headed for the train. I knew she was going to take us somewhere with Paitishek decency rules so she could do things to me in public. But that's all I could guess. It could have been a park, a cafe, a sex rave, or a hotel balcony several stories up. This was as thrilling as combat with other synthetics.

When we got on the train, she stood behind me and lifted my skirt. I blushed deep as the Paitishek around us, and the humans further away, remained ignorant of our debauchery.

I felt her hand move under my tail, between my legs. No, she wouldn't. Not here!

She leaned in and whispered, "Spread your legs."

I gulped and did so. Her fingers entered me.

"No moaning."

My blush deepened as my body clamped down on her fingers.

I didn't want her to do this... I totally wanted her to do this. I gripped the nearest pole as she moved her fingers in and out of me.

She widened her stance. "Put your tail in me."

Feeling how ready she was for my tail made me want to cry out. I was sliding in so easily, her sex was smoldering, it felt so good! We were so bad! How could she do this? I could never have done it.

As I had a microorgasm she drove her fingers in and out furiously. Holding back my passionate exclamations took everything I had. She took her fingers out leaving me incandescent with a desire for more.

"Pull your tail out."

I obeyed.

The next twenty minutes were spent with her erection teasing my backside. My blush got so bad that I considered turning it off. The problem was that I knew she wanted everyone to see it.

A light-blue accented Paitishek in a khaki unitard asked, "Are you okay?"

Kavuush sent me, Tell her the truth.

"Yes, just very horny," I answered quietly.

The Paitishek blushed and said, "I thought the one behind you was up to something."

A Paitishek next to the one I was talking to had an ear pointed in our direction. When she turned to look, she too was blushing. She met my eyes and flicked her crest in approval. It was our version of a thumbs up. She seemed more amused than aroused.

Now that people knew what was going on, I got hot all over. Not quite embarrassment, the type of arousal that grows when you know you should be holding yourself back.

And we rode the train like this. Kavuush periodically teasing me but never entering, me getting looks from other Paitishek. Until I ached to be taken so badly that I was having to stifle my panting and hide the tent in my skirt with my hands. That's when Paitishek gathered around us to shield the eyes of others on the train.

I said, "Please, Kavuush, I can't survive one more sec--"

"Ask them to hide us."

Some of them were blushing, some had raised crests, some were smirking, and a naked short athletic one one was just standing there with a gorgeous boner. I knew Kavuush was going to find a way to get her involved and I looked forward to it.

I said just loud enough so those surrounding us could hear, "Would you please hide us while we thosaat?"

Thosaat was an antiquated word for "reciprocate." But it now was equivalent to "fuck." It felt good to say.

Three of the nearest Paitishek stepped away. They likely had somewhere to be or weren't in the mood for our shenanigans right now. Two others stepped in to take their place so that ten Paitishek surrounded us. They moved closer so no one could see. There were a few behind them that were there to fill in spots if others had to leave.

Yes, most of my kind had helped with this sort of thing before.

"Take off your clothes." Kavuush nipped at my ear.

We'd been naughty, but never this naughty. As I took off my clothes, I felt more naked than I'd ever felt. Our coconspirators started to grin. Free porn was the best porn, after all.

Kavuush said, "Take off my clothes."

She moaned softly as my hands pulled her blouse up her chubby belly. I lingered on her lower set of breasts feeling them fill the cups of my hands before pulling her top the rest of the way off. I gasped as I unzipped the back of her skirt and slid it down. It was catching on her fully-emerged length. The moment I freed her prick, I took it into my mouth. I couldn't resist.

She bucked her hips a few times holding my head before pushing my off. "Stand up."

I stood. I could feel the heat of her body radiating my front. Her musk filled my every breath and made me ache for her touch.

She grabbed my hips and pulled me against her. I purred as our hard nipples collided with each other's flesh. The heat between us exploded as I took her into my arms.

We entwined our phalluses and bucked our hips in a counterpoint rhythm. We stifled purring moans with kisses.

Before we could go all the way, she stopped and said, "Find volunteers to handle our sexes."

My eyes widened. I'd done things with strangers, people sometimes called sex "the Paitishek handshake." I trilled in excitement until I realized how much noise I was making and stopped. I met eyes with the naked athletic Paitishek and then patted Kavuush's lower back. Her crest opened all the way. She was about the right height for Kavuush.

For me, I met eyes with a burly one in a business suit. She looked away flattening her crest. So I tried a heavy set one a couple inches taller than me wearing a lacy sleeveless hoodie and jeans bulging with her erection. The moment my eyes stopped on her, her crest popped up.

She stepped forward, stripped, and handed her clothes to one of the bystanders before getting behind me. Her arms were thick and her thighs looked powerful. She had massive breasts on a massive chest. And she was packing even more than I expected. Awesome.

Kavuush clung to me as her suitor slid inside. She started bucking wildly moving the coil of her erection along mine.

My heart was pounding with excitement as my suitor nuzzled my neck and pressed her proud bosom against my back. She said, "Mmm, I needed this," as she entered me with her twitching shaft.

I moaned back, "So did I."

As she worked herself in, I had a microorgasm at the pleasure of being stretched across her erection. It thickened drastically after the tip. One of her hands played with my tail as she got in all the way. My body got shoved against Kavuush as we became the filling of a Paitishek sandwich.

I squeezed Kavuush's length with mine groaning as Lacy Hoodie started thrusting. The mild helix she was pummeling me with took me right to the edge. Kavuush wasn't doing much better, I could hear her squeak as she tried not to make too much noise.

All four of us started a deep purr that some members of the audience reciprocated. Things were getting very serious now. Those around us were fidgeting trying to keep their own libidos under control. A lithe one in leggings and a blouse pulled out her member and stroked it openly.

Kavuush and I wound and unwound our cocks in the space between our soft bellies changing the direction of our erotic double helix. Our tongues mirrored the action below our waists as we sucked at each other's mouths. The repeated collisions between our bodies made our breasts dance in reflected reverberations.

Lacy Hoodie started going at it so hard that her balls were making wet slaps against me. I said, "I-I'm gonna--"

Kavuush said, "Not before me."

I gritted my teeth and controlled my breathing. I could've forced my body to comply, but what was the fun in that? Just as I had that thought, Lacy Hoodie lost it inside me. She drove herself in, filling me to the brim as her knot expanded inside me. As she locked us together, I got that falling feeling where I knew the big one was inevitable. I gasped out, "Sorry," as I came from both places at once.

Seeing me out of control put Kavuush over and she started adding to the mess I was making between us.

Lacy Hoodie bit the tip of my ear making me shudder as she finished. My sex worked her length so hard she squirmed behind me.

I moaned when I saw the athletic Paitishek behind Kavuush go wild. She seemed possessed going so fast she was a blur and then she stopped and leaned into one last massive thrust that made our breasts jiggle.

Paitishek didn't need to move their hips to have sex since our penises moved. But when we were sandwiched, we had this instinct to make everyone feel the effort we were putting in. Strong instincts for sex in groups was one big thing that separated us from humans. Orgies weren't strange for us. They were a method of bonding with strangers and building healthy communities.

My worries floated away in the weightlessness of afterglow. Kavuush had the courage to get what she wanted out of life. It's why I loved her so much. I would've never done something like this without her. My embarrassment had been transformed into ecstasy. We were Paitishek and at that moment, I was especially proud of it.