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This "Three Word Prompt" commission was written for SHM128III. Their three words were "Haircut, Sci-fi, Zebra." and the story contains F/F sex between consenting adults. :3

Samira and the Interface

"Computer, run programme."

As Samira activated the holo-projectors, she felt a shiver run down her back. She had been waiting years for this. Saving up every spare credit she had to her name and living on a shoestring budget in order to access this very programme. To some, it might have seemed like a disappointment when the room around the zebra rippled and became a simple, windowless white space with a single salon style chair sitting at its very centre. The very sight of the chair made Samira's body quake however, and she blushed as she became all the more aware of her own nudity in that moment, nipples stiff and her loins aching with a dull but unshakable longing.

Taking a few steps forward, Samira approached the chair. She walked around it. She even dared to reach out and brush a few fingertips over its back, trembling and barely stifling a moan as she did so. Her heart raced as she completed her circuit of that simple seat and found herself in front of it again, the chair silently tempting her, urging her to sit down in it. She wanted to. She wanted it so badly. But in that moment, no matter how long she'd waited and how many times she'd fantasised and dreamed about this exact opportunity, she hesitated. Her fantasies had been so intense. So specific. What if reality couldn't live up to what she'd imagined? What if what she experienced today was all style and no substance? Could she really cope with having one of her most personal fantasies crushed like that?

Then again, what was the alternative? To continue to fantasise and dream but with no way to actually live it out, if she refused to take this opportunity. To possess what she had saved up for over so many years at last, and never actually use it; holding onto it like some hollow trophy of successful materialism.

No. She knew she couldn't do that. She knew she couldn't do nothing, and in lieu of inaction, there was really only one way for the zebra to proceed.

Samira took a deep breath, clenched her hands by her sides for a moment, turned around on the spot and lowered her gently rounded rump down onto the seat itself.

As soon as her bare buttocks touched the chair, a figure materialised in front of the zebra. Samira recognised her instantly as the programme's core Interface, currently in her default setting. Though holographic and one of thousands of identical copies no doubt in service across this planet alone, it still crossed Samira's mind that the hyena was both the most gorgeous woman that she had ever set eyes upon,and even more beautiful in person than in any of the many, many holo-vids the zebra had watched featuring her. Immediately, the figure spoke, and as that soft voice reached her ears Samira felt a jolt of almost uncontrollable anticipation rush through her.

"Good afternoon, how can I help you today?"

The zebra swallowed thickly, croaked as for a second or so she completely forgot how to talk, then cleared her throat and finally managed to get out the words that had been rattling around in her mind from the moment she arrived home and began to load the programme into her home's computer bank.

"I... I'd like to change up my hair, please. Well... a-actually, I kinda want a full makeover, but... t-the hair is the main thing."

Looking up from where she was seated at the gorgeous, plump hyena's own shock of electric blue hair, resting between her ears with that sort of tousled effortlessness which probably would have taken hours to achieve if the woman wasn't a holographic recreation, Samira shivered with visible awe as she reached back and idly ran a hand over her own simply styled, tied back black and white mane.

"I see. Do you have any particular style preference in mind?"

The hyena didn't judge, didn't presume. She just smiled warmly down at Samira and awaited her response with rapt attention.

"Well, I... n-not really. It's just... I... I want to be... different."

It seemed like such a cop-out answer that for a moment Samira turned her gaze down in shame. She gasped however, and looked back up when she felt the warm, totally real-feeling hand of the hyena upon her cheek.

"There is nothing wrong with wanting to shake things up. Don't be embarrassed. I'm not here to judge. I'm here to make you happy. To help you be the same person on the outside that you feel like you want to be inside, whatever that means."

Samira blushed deeply as the hyena continued to hold her face, but though she nodded in understanding, she still felt a little discontent when she spoke to the hologram once again.

"But, w-what if I don't really know what I want to be on the inside? What if I've spent so long being what family and coworkers and friends want or need or expect me to be that I can't tell what it is that I actually want for myself?"

The zebra almost expected the hyena to shrug and say that was beyond her programming; that she should invest in some therapy rather than a Spa and Salon package programme. Instead however the holographic Interface smiled, her face lighting up with eager enthusiasm and her other hand moving down to cup the other side of Samira's face.

"Then you get to do one of the most wonderful things in the world. You get to experiment, and to learn which things you enjoy as you experience them for the first time. And in that journey, it would be my absolute privilege to be able to assist you in any way that I can."

Samira's heartbeat quickened. Those words; 'in any way that I can', burned in her heart and her soul. She felt her stomach lurch with nervous anticipation, and her thighs squeeze together as one of her most wild and wonderful fantasies took a sizeable leap towards its commencement exactly the way she'd always imagined it.

"I-if I..."

The zebra murmured bashfully, having to take a breath almost immediately as her heart thundered in her ears.

"...so, if I asked you t-to... to just try some stuff out? To style me h-hh... however you'd like, as a place to start off these... um, experiments? Is that something you could do?"

Beaming happily, the hyena nodded.

"Yes, absolutely. All I need you to do is to provide me with clear consent, and I can freestyle your look to my own assessment of what would be both visually appealing and likely to provide you with a boost in both physical and emotional confidence."

Samira could scarcely bring herself to let the hyena finish what she was saying before responding. Somehow though she managed to hold her tongue, and the very moment that the hologram ceased her answer, the zebra blurted out her immediate response.

"I consent! I... I g-give my full and completely informed, enthusiastic consent for you to use your own judgement and provide me with a complete makeover."

The hyena's smile grew even wider, and Samira almost moaned aloud as the hologram giggled with that cackling mirth all but unique to the species her design emulated.

"Wonderful. I'm delighted to hear it. Now, would you like to hear about the various other content options that this programme has available?"

Samira's cheeks burned scarlet as she shook her head, and it became her turn to giggle as once again she answered swiftly and giddily.

"I... I know all about them. I... I'd like a full service treatment please. Level five."

The hologram's eyes widened slightly, and a grin not just even more enthused than before, but almost a little playful and devilish crossed her plump features.

"Level five it is."

She murmured, then promptly reached down to the light blue top she was wearing, emblazoned with the logo of the company by which this programme had been designed, and hurriedly, almost carelessly pulled it up and over her head before throwing it aside. The hyena continued to smile at Samira's now bulging eyes watched her tease off her bra, then push down the loose fitting pants she'd been wearing alongside the underwear beneath them. In a matter of moments the holographic woman was as naked as Samira herself, and as the hyena dropped gently to her knees before the chair in which Samira was panting and trembling, a strangled moan escaped the zebra as with a brief flickering not one, two or three, but four further copies of the same gorgeous, naked hyena materialised around her.

"O-oh god..."

Samira gasped as the various standing figures raised their hands, and objects materialised within them. A set of hoof-buffing tools for one of them. A manicurist set for the other. A brush and a range of fur dye bottles for another, while the fourth, standing just behind Samira, held a pair of scissors. The first of the hyenas however, the original copy of the programme's Interface, remained otherwise unoccupied as she knelt before Samira. She simply shuffled forward little by little towards the blushing, trembling zebra, until gently she lifted first one, then both of the non-holographic woman's legs up over her shoulders, and continued to scoot her way forward intimately in between them.

"Just sit back..."

The hyena murmured, tilting her head to one side and gently bringing her lips into contact with Samira's left thigh.

"...relax..."

She kissed the other thigh as her hands gently began to spread the zebra's legs wider apart.

"...and let us take care of you. All of you."

The five copies of the hologram closed in around Samira. She felt hands upon her arms. Her hooves. Caressing her to explore and examine the texture of her coat, and running delicate fingers through her mane as scissors snipped at the air just behind her in apparent anticipation. It was when she felt a gentle, warm, oh so realistic pair of lips brush against the apex of her loins however, and a tongue flick out ever so delicately across her clitoris, that the zebra knew she needn't have worried. This wasn't just her greatest fantasy being made a reality. It was so, so much more than she had ever been able to imagine, and better yet it was only just getting started.

*******

Leaning back in her chair, back arching, eyes bulging, Samira screamed as she felt her pussy beginning to convulse and squeeze around a holographic tongue. Thankfully one of the other hyenas was gently holding her head still, so no matter how she shuddered and squirmed in the throes of pleasure, the light, airy snipping of the scissors didn't have to cease as they danced around her head.

*******

Whimpering, whinnying in pleasure, Samira knelt upon the chair with her chest resting against its back, hands massaging her scalp as it worked styling gel into her recently dyed mane while the dye expert's steady hands now individually painted each of the stripes running across her back. She trembled as she felt more hands upon her lower legs, continuing to polish and buff her hooves, and groaned as firm fingers squeezed her buttocks, not just touching them but massaging them gently, with digits more than occasionally drifting beneath her cheeks, between her legs and teasing at the lips of her pussy from behind.

*******

With the chair tilted back so she could lie flat upon it, Samira's eyes rolled back as one of the hyenas straddled her face, gently grinding against her snout as two other holograms delicately painted her nails while the remaining pair painted the stripes of her legs. She heard the hyena above her grunt and gasp in pleasure, and more boldly pressed her tongue up into the writhing, lustful holographic woman whose hands were caressing adoringly at her freshly pierced ears.

"Samira... o-ohh, you're so beautiful. Y-you're so... so... oohhgod, yes! Samira, p-please! Yes!"

Hot, damp juices trickled down the sides of the zebra's vibrantly painted face, and Samira heard the other hyenas tending to her giggle and pause in their actions for a moment as the woman to which they were tending writhed and shuddered alongside the orgasmic release of their counterpart. Even when the aspect of the Interface straddling her face sagged and groaned in joyous gratitude to Samira though, the zebra didn't stop licking her. She knew her makeover was almost complete. She knew that soon she'd be able to look upon her freshly re-styled body and witness the results of all the holograms' work. And once she finally did, Samira had the distinct feeling that no matter how much more joy and gratitude and pleasure she offered to the hyenas, it would never be enough to thank them for what they'd done for her.

*******

"Computer... mirror."

Samira uttered the command with all five hyenas hanging off her, cuddling her, nuzzling up to her, stroking and caressing and whispering to her how beautiful she was. When a full length mirror appeared on the wall near which the zebra had moved to stand however, she still couldn't have ever been fully prepared for the sight that greeted her.

Her striped body was a riot of colours; a psychedelic explosion of different tones upon each and every individual stripe that made a rainbow look like mere shades of grey by comparison. Her mane was no longer long enough to be tied back in a braid or ponytail, but instead its own multicoloured stripes were raised up in gelled spikes. A series of metal bars of gold, copper and silver ran through her ears, and both her fingernails and hooves shone with that opalescent oil-on-water type effect over a smooth coat of deep, rich black.

The zebra's head span, and had it not been for the quintet of holograms cuddling her in that moment she had no doubt that she would have fallen to her knees in shock and wonder. Instead she turned away from the mirror, towards the five holographic hyenas, and beamed with a dazzling, utterly giddy grin.

"Oh, ladies..."

Samira murmured, not bashful, not nervous any more. Overwhelmed yes, but with joyous confidence and pride in herself as much as awe at what the holograms had been able to achieve.

"I know I should want to go out into the real world now. To show off this beautiful new look and strut my stuff for so many people to see and admire. To find out if this feels like it could be the real me that I want to share with the rest of the galaxy. But..."

Her eyes darted all over those five identical, naked, voluptuous bodies, and a gleeful shiver ran down her spine.

"But right now? D-do you know what the real me wants to do instead? What I'm more shamelessly certain of than I have been of almost anything in my entire adult life?"

The holograms smiled curiously, eagerly back at Samira, but shook their heads in near perfect unison. The zebra giggled, and called out once again to the system running the ongoing simulation.

"Computer, transfer all five copies of the Salon Interface to the Spa's penthouse suite, and load programme."

Reality rippled. The five hyenas momentarily disappeared as the fairly plain white walled room did so too, only to be replaced with a luxurious hotel suite, and a vast four poster bed upon which the five figures re-materialised an instant later, all sprawled out and looking around, giggling as they saw Samira standing close by.

"What I really want... more than anything..."

Samira moaned to them as her perfectly pedicured hooves carried her swiftly, seductively across the short distance between her and that bountiful bed full of beautiful, naked bodies.

"...is to forget all about the real world for a while, and just do what I think, deep down, was all I really wanted from the first moment I activated this programme."

The zebra reached the bed, and crawled up onto it, leaning down to kiss each and every one of the hyenas playfully on the lips as she shuffled past and over them before flopping down in the middle of the bed, and moaning as they all cuddled up around her, hands roaming lovingly across her brightly painted, boldly styled body.

"Forget what others think about me. F-forget the rest of the world. The rest of the galaxy. What I want... w-what I needed, was to feel hot enough, sexy enough to tell an interactive holographic Interface that I think, weird as it might be... I'm a little bit in love with them. And to beg them to fuck me. To beg all of you, as long, as hard and in as many different ways as you like... to fuck me right here in your programme, all night long."

By Jeeves

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