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An Offer of the Body

For FyacinTia

By Draconicon

"Ladyfy." The equine-modded security guard in front of the club looked up from the ID file that the lion had transferred over and cocked his head to the side. "Sounds like more of a service than a name, sweetie."

"That's because you're saying it wrong. Lady Fy. With a space."

"Ain't what I'm reading."

"Well, then, we must address your education at a later date, but for now, Commander Talin has a date - that is to say, me - waiting for his company. And he's inside, and I'm outside. Do we want to fix that, or shall we call the good commander on the part of a lazy error made by an underpaid clerk halfway across the city?"

"...Fine. Get in, but don't start lady-fying anyone on your way."

Fy's AR HUD glinted as the ID file was returned and deleted, slotting it into one of many different slots in the lion-modded soldier's memory. She bowed her head, sweeping her cloak around one shoulder as she stepped between the guards and into the club proper.

The Barracks was appropriately named; the clientele were either guards under Arasake employ or, failing that, those that were hoping to become so. Not a face passed by that wasn't marked by scars, ocular implants, facial armor, or some combination of the three. The lioness's eyes caught the flickers of light through the data-streams as quick interrogatories, blurred coded messages, and rapid-transfer memory files zipped through the air. She could have snagged any number of them with one of the less-legal implants at the back of her skull, but someone else was already doing that.

_Spelling error on the ID. Real sharp piece of work, that. You slipping?

Cut the crap. File was meant to degrade, anyway.

Degrading faster than you planned,_

Fy thought, shaking her head as her eyes panned over the room. _See our target anywhere?

The cameras are mine, little kitten. And soon, this Talin will be the same. You should find him at the very back of the main dance floor. Booth, circular._

Well, that was an easy enough thing to see. Fy paused at the edge of the dance floor, rather conscious of what everyone was seeing: a lioness in a black combat suit, tall boots with extendable heels, and a cloak of white with a red mark along the back from a long-forgotten unit inscribed on the back. The unit was all but made-up, just like the identity that she was wearing at that moment. The Lady Fy had never existed, and was just a cover for the 'runner that was hiding beneath all the glam.

Just like this Commander Talin - the gray wolf sitting at the booth at the other side of the silent, still dance floor - was hiding beneath the banner of Arasaka, despite only just being scouted for the position rather than filling it just yet. And he wouldn't, if Fy and the team that'd hired the lion-mod had anything to say about it.

'Lady Fy' sauntered along the edge of the dance floor, keeping her senses to herself to avoid the data-stream that was sucking people into a brain-dance from hell. She was only getting the edge of it, but even that was enough to give her ghostly sensory information along her hips and backside. Everyone on that floor was getting groped and teased, squeezed and pleased. She imagined that if she were to take a step out there, she'd be dragged into a fantasy that would not let her go for the rest of the night.

Try and resist. I know the temptation, but don't make me rescue you, the voice in the back of her head said with faint bemusement.

_Like I'd need it. I can outlast any of those things.

Hmmm, debatable. You weren't able to outlast mine.

Yes, well, yours tend to be higher quality. In the short term.

Keep it up, kitten, and I'll make sure that your next one tests you in the long-term, instead. Now, hurry up. Arasaka's got their higher-ups on the way, and we want to make sure that they catch this on camera. You know how they like their public image._

Yes. Arasaka Security wanted their image to be intimidating, intolerant, and generally 'clean' of those that could be bribed with sexual favors or anything else. While the executive staff were shown as being able to take whatever they want - and for that matter, buy and indulge with whatever they wanted - their security forces were meant to be less...corruptible.

At least, from the outside.

Fy paused at the edge of the floor, feeling the wolf's eyes on her. She stood with one hand over her hip, the tight metallo-leather armor around her hips pulling tighter still, making her curves that much more apparent despite being relatively small compared to some of the augmented women around. The lioness made sure to fix the gray-furred wolf with a simple stare, her head tilted back with an inviting smirk.

And Talin met it and nodded, curling his fingers to call her up to his boot. The lioness let the cape fall over her back, billowing as she walked along with a nod of her head.

"Commander Talin," she said once she was in earshot. "And here I was expecting to be met at the door."

"Someone being courted by Arasaka can't be seen playing favorites. Come here."

He had a pleasant growl under his words, one of those that promised that someone would get a good, if rough, time if they were called to service him. There was an undercurrent of a voice modulator, too, something that the voice in the back of her head was already shifting up and out to keep it from affecting her judgment. Fy smiled, leaning against the table of the booth and fixing the wolf with her best smolder.

"I hear that there's a want for some company tonight."

"I'm looking for a few good...partners," the wolf said, shrugging. "The question is, are you good enough to be one?"

"Hmmm, maybe. I've heard that the party's not just for you. That you're looking to impress a few people."

"That's certainly possible."

"Let's not beat around the bush. If I'm going to be selling myself - body and skills, may I add - then I want to know just who I'm selling them to. You...or Arasaka?"

"You have a problem with them?"

"I can wear any sign, if the money's right," Fy said, shaking her head as she sat down on the edge of the table. She pulled a knife from her belt, flicking it between her fingers before letting it dangle. "The name's no matter to me. What matters if who's getting to fuck me over for the paycheck."

"Heh. Blunt girl, aren't you?"

"In my line of business, honey, can you really afford to be anything else?"

"Not really."

Talin was interested, she could tell that much. His eyes were flicking up and down her form, and she could feel his eyes all but burning holes in her ass. Oh, he was interested alright, and it wouldn't take too much longer to get him hook, line, and sinker.

The virus is ready? she asked.

Of course it's ready. It's been ready. You really should have more faith in your operator.

Fy resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she looked over her shoulder at the wolf again. He was tall, relatively handsome, only a few minor, aesthetically appealing scars across his ear and the side of his face...and he was a threat to the underground of Night City. The wolf's death squads had taken out four 'runner teams in the last month, and he was gunning for more. If he got Arasaka money behind him, then he was going to be a much greater threat than anyone needed.

She spread her legs slightly, running one high-heeled boot along the booth's seat. It was just enough to throw a little of the purple light dancing from above over her legs, along her thighs, and between her legs. His eyes dropped, following the lines and crevices of the leather, and she could tell that he liked what he saw.

"So, tell me. If I say yes...am I getting bent over this table by you, or by them?" Fy asked. "Because I'll tell you up front. Lady Fy doesn't appreciate getting shared around."

"Heh. You might get enough money to change your mind on that."

"A lady doesn't get the luxury of going un-fucked, but she can at least pick her partners." The lioness kept turning until she sat with her legs spread in front of the wolf, making it very clear where he could still his hands, or his head. "So, let me ask you again. Who's fucking me over this table tonight? Them? Or you?"

"Well..."

Talin chuckled, bringing his hands up. They were large, beefy, and thick enough that they could have wrapped around her thighs completely. She huffed, hiding her immediate reaction with a little smile as he leaned in and started spreading her legs further over around the table. His thumbs rubbed up along her groin, starting where her legs met her hips and moving further inward, caressing closer and closer to her sex.

"I think that...I might be able to make a deal to keep you for myself...if you're good."

"Oh, I'm very good."

"And strong."

"That, too."

"And capable of taking me..."

The wolf leaned in closer and closer, and Fy smiled. The trap was almost set. She felt the little stirring of her handler in the back of her head.

_Arasaka limos just pulled up. Better get a move-on.

Oh, it'll be moved on. Trust me._

"If that's the case...come here."

"Hmm?"

"Let me have a kiss from this commander, then. Show me that you know how to treat a lady before you show me how you treat a hole."

"Blunt."

"Like I said...can't afford to be anything else."

The wolf had clearly lost most of his inhibitions. Some combination of charm, pheromones, and a few other parlor tricks being played in the background AR games between her handler and the wolf's implants, no doubt, had led to those being gradually stripped away. In any case, he leaned forward, one hand around her hips as he leaned in to kiss her. She smiled, leaning in just as his other hand found her crotch...and the cock just beneath it.

"Mm-mmmph?!"

He tried to pull away, but it was too late. Fy caught the wolf's lips as 'Mera's virus swept from lion to wolf. The commander tried to pull away, doubtlessly to avoid further 'contamination', but Fy did not let him.

And it's your show in five seconds, 'Mera said.

Mmmm, looking forward to it.

The virus took quick effect, and the commander's eyes went from wide and shocked to slack and glazed in the space of a second. Fy chuckled under her - well, more accurately, his - breath as he let the various curves along his body deflate, going back to his more androgynous shape. His chest was the biggest shift, but he smiled as he reached down, cupping the wolf's rapidly inflating cock.

"Just to let you know. Your investors are about to walk through that door," the lion whispered, nodding backwards. "And if you don't start fucking me right now...this booty...this sexy, perfect ass...is going to walk right out the door with them. And you'll be left right here, completely blue-balled and - YES!"

Fy barely managed to suppress a laugh as he was shoved back over the table, his clothes ripped apart. The leather stood no chance against Talin's augmented claws, just as designed, and he was stripped naked almost completely before the larger canine. His cock, throbbing hard and not particularly small, was allowed freedom from the carefully-tucked prison that the leather had become, and it bounced and bobbed for all to see.

And just as Talin ripped his own pants off, just as he exposed that tapered, knotted thing for the rest of the room to see, the doors opened, and there was the Arasaka team. A big-wig, two bodyguards, and several other suits had come to scout Talin and negotiate, and now...now, they were seeing this soldier losing control and just rutting some male on the table.

They paused, their eyes wide, and the big-wig clearly didn't like what he was seeing. Fy bit off a chuckle as he was pushed down against the table, his vision obscured by the rutting thrusts of the big canine as he started hammering home. In, out, in, out right from the start, pushing that thick thing all the way in up to the knot and grinding that warm, fleshy bulb right against his hole.

_Mmmm, that's what I needed.

You are quite the slut.

Oh, hush. It ruins his rep for anyone that wants a 'clean' operative.

Well, you're not wrong. The suits are pushing to leave right now, and the big-wig's not looking too happy, either.

Good. Tell me if they decide to be good Samaritans and try and save me._

Fat chance of that. You know the corpos; only care for themselves.

All true and fair, but that didn't mean that it couldn't happen. Every so often, some of the corporate big-wigs thought that they might score a point or two if they were able to stop something. If Fy had been any slower with the seduction and the virus, then they might have tried to stop Talin before they saw him completely ruin his rep, but now that the straight-laced commander had been seduced into sleeping with a man...in public, at that...

Well, they were unlikely to get involved. Particularly with the wolf grunting and huffing in obvious need and possessiveness over the lion that he had pinned to the table.

Life is good, Fy thought, and closed his eyes to enjoy the rut.

The End

Summary: The Lady Fy comes around to make an offer.

Tags: M/M, M/F, Gender Reveal, Lion, Lioness, Cyberpunk, Teasing, Seduction, Virus, Mind Control, Prostitution, Anal, Public, Wolf,