Lustful Vignette [I]: A Trip to the "Sea of Lust" Sex-Cade (Patreon)

Tssssh. Whirr. Fizz.

Story Expansion Function: [ACTIVE]

“A huge horsecokke, please.”

“For fuck’s sake, Buzz.”

Bathed in the dull violet glow of the overhead neon, Buzzard grinned at the hologram slowly rotating on the pedestal in front of them; Stytch however, frowned as an all-too-familiar nuisance crept up her brow. Above, loomed a colossal representation of one of the available avatars for rent. A lean, yet muscular frame, adorned with bestial horns, a forked tail and a mouth-watering cock. Welcome to the den of decadence where all your sexual fantasies will come true, it would say… if it could speak.

“I thought you were just dippin’ in and leavin’?!” said Stytch, her latex-laden arms wound tightly around herself.

“When ye tol’ me ye needed a kar-ryd into towen… I didn’oh-kno tis’ wat ye wonted.”

“Well, I’m not ‘ere with you, though, so… maybe do whatever you want away from me or whatever.”

“Aww, shaatche, sweetheart, I’m usin’ ‘tis as an excoose, yeh?”

He smiled tentatively, his calloused hand pushing his hardening cock down: Buzzard clearly liked what he saw. With a narrowed gaze towards Stytch, he made his intentions know.

“I wont t’fook a deveel now.”

As he chuckled audibly, his chest drummed up a hearty cough: life in the wastes is not without its toll on any hardy scavenger. Stytch let that wisp of sadness leave her as quickly as it made itself known. She was here for one reason and one reason only: _Abi.Sun_.

Stytch gestured to the cashier, and stepped closer. They were young, or at least their cybernetics made them look the part. A neon-pink labret piercing adorned their purple lips which quickly curled up into a smile. They probably loved catching glimpses of strangers’ kinks, and here she was, squeezed tight into one of her favourite latex bodysuits. Just the sound of her thighs rubbing together was enough to bring a flush to her cheeks.

“What can I do ya for? Couples sesh–”

“Fuck no. I’m ‘ere to jack into this port” Stytch slipped them a piece of paper, “for about two hours.”

“Paper? Hah, qesha-retro! Gimme a sec and I’ll set ya up...”

Stytch looked around, her eyes gingerly dragging away from the holograms. Buzzard was clearly infatuated by the horned-devil, but others grabbed her attention. The purple-skinned alien-type: asymmetrical ridges framed her arms as athletic and her lean stomach led Stytch’s gaze to her genitals. Every few seconds they would glitch and switch, an azure, veiny cock or a plump pussy with cute outer labia. Something for everyone, she thought, and quickly, the clerk slammed a cartridge on the counter.

“Tis’ set-up. Ya been wif us before oooor…?”

They leaned back, scanning Stytch for a physical hint of agreement, their arms open as to invite her into the fold of sex-arcade lore and rules. Stytch nodded.

“Good. I can cutton-chatter and just give you the cart. Ya booth’s 7.”

“Right at the end or–”

“–left. Insert the cartridge, and the lobby’s primed. Ya want an avatar or–”

“–I got my own, thanks.” Stytch smiled coyly. She’d never come to meet Abi without his preferred avatar. What good would cyber-pet–play be without being a pet?

And here we are! The debut of the Lustful Vignette collection; the first few will be reserved to Stytch's foray into the Sex-Pachinko Arcade, but who knows what else awaits this format?

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