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The Pen Testing Crew

Chapter 1

By StripedKittyScribe

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Systemic Feedback isn't your typical crew of cyberpunks. Almost all of them are former corpo-employees who went independent after a couple of them were downsized. Feedback leads his crew doing things that keep them hiding in plain sight. Besides, how else are you going to get the corpo-drones to pay you to break into their companies?

This story may contain characters that are gender-non-conforming and have physical adaptations that match this. It may further contain group sex of essentially any and all permutations, violence, crimes, and non-consensual/dubious consensual sex. Please do not consume this work of fiction if you are not of the age of majority in your jurisdiction.

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"So as you can see, the systems that you have in place really are quite good, as long as you can keep your CorpSec people's minds on their job and not either gossip or trying to get it on with some sweet little thing that's fluttering her eyelashes at him. Details are in the report, but as you have gathered from this after action report, you're honestly not all that bad off. Some low-tech vulnerabilities. No one thinks about those, and to a certain extent you can't really do anything about some of them due to the very real need to maintain your image. But you at least need to be cognizant of what risks need mitigating." Michael "Feedback" Robertson tugged a chip out of his inner jacket pocket. "Just as an example from someone else who we did some work for, there were 500-credit locks on a door with half-credit hinges installed wrong." He gave that winning smile and slid the chip toward the group of board members that were sitting around the conference table.

The fact that it was real wood said a lot, and in more ways than just the fact that they had money to spend. They had the money to hire Systemic Feedback after all. "Does anyone have any questions," he asked, expecting that no one really would. The board was still smarting from the fact that they had been infiltrated quite so handily.

Salma "Spring" Khouri was doing her best not to scowl. She hated that she was stuffed into the business suit, and she wanted to get out of the stupid restrictive clothing as soon as she could. The fact that she was still at least mildly pleased with herself and her own performance and getting through all of the high cyber stuff with nothing more complicated than a hinge hammer and some monofilament. She was still anxious to end this and then get back home and into her leathers.

Miyara "Mimi" Mitsuyo looked like anything except what shi was. If anyone in the group other than Feedback looked at home in the tailored suits of the upper management execs, the small feminine bunny did. And shi liked people underestimating hir. Shi was probably among the top twenty most dangerous netrunners in the region, let alone the city. Hir prim and proper look was nothing like hir public persona. As soon as they got back to the condo they all shared, shi would be flinging the skirt and blouse into the closet, and then donning hir more normal asia-pop microskirt and heading out to some party or other.

Aaron "Bonus" Costa looked like he at least didn't want to strip down, though he was tugging at the tie. He'd probably be ditching his suit almost as fast as Mimi, though he would be headed for the beach and some quality time with his board. He could already see the waves. There was an offshore wind, and the tide would be going out in about two hours. With the "reef" offshore, that would make for some excellent barrels, and he couldn't wait to paddle out. His reverie was interrupted as a priority message came in, and he flicked his eye to the side, acknowledging it and then glancing at the subject. "You all will please excuse me for a moment," he said, standing and walking out of the room.

"Mizz Dan Viira," he said as soon as he got out of the conference room and into one of the small privacy booths. "It's an unexpected pleasure to hear from you." It was, of course, no such thing. Sofietje Dan Viira was one of the lower-level members of the management team at a biotech firm that they'd done work for last year. She hadn't quite been embarrassed, because she'd truly made their infiltration hard. But she had been beaten, and no one treated 'Syrah' that way and got out of the tussle without either a mark against them for vengeance or humiliation.

"I'm sure that it is, Mr. Costa. I have work for you and your crew. I'd like to go over details with you this afternoon."

Bonus winced at that, and with a few flickers of his fingers, he brought up the crew's chat window.

Bonus: Syrah's on the line. Wants to book us.

Mimi: Yeah? What's that crazy bitch want now?

Spring: Sure. You and Feedback go and book it. I'm not dealing with any more of this corpo shit today.

Mimi: Feedback can't chat right now but is giving me that 'go for it' signal.

Bonus: You people are real bastards. I was going to surf today.

Spring: Yeah well I'm not going to talk to little miss Tits-a-Lot. I already don't like Nymphatech, and the last thing I want before I get my freak on is to be even more pissed off than I already am.

Mimi: Yeah I'm not going in that place again until I'm paid for it. Sales is your gig. You handle this.

Feedback: *thumbsup*

Bonus: I swear to fuck I'm going to cut you all off. And Feedback, you're coming with me.

Feedback: :(

While that conversation was going on in the chat window, Syrah was telling him that she'd see him in her office at some time or other. She was already slightly long-winded, and he played the transcript to catch up with what she was saying, so that when she wrapped up, he was able to act as if nothing had interrupted her. "Of course. Feedback System is at your disposal. How soon would you like to meet today?"

He could almost hear the dismissive flutter of her hand. "Oh, I know that you're already over at ChampIon doing your normal gig. This one will be slightly different. Be here as soon as you can. I'll make it worth your while. And bring that adorable little bunny if possible." She hung up before he could say anything else, and he sighed.

Sometimes, he had no idea what the hell they were doing. On the one hand, Feedback had given them an insanely lucrative new business opportunity. And after Cross and Pick had gone independent (though still on good terms) they couldn't get the kind of gigs that they used to. So pivoting to Penetration Testing had been a genius move. On the other hand, except for Feedback, none of them were anywhere near at home in this kind of environment. Certainly not him. He was just some punk kid that cleaned up well.

Bonus: Coming back in. Meeting with her as soon as we get finished here.

He tugged his suit jacket straight once more and put on the salesman's smile as he knocked once on the door, and then walked back in. "Apologies, everyone," he rolled with his smooth baritone. "A former client just called with a request for another booking. It seems they have something new that they need tested." He was about to take his seat when he saw that everyone looked like they were wrapping up anyway.

"Your concerns and findings will be brought up with our security team," one of the executives said, extending a hand out to grip Feedback's.

The canine's smile could have outshone the sun. "Oh, of course. I'm just glad that we're able to make sure that ChampIon is prepared for anything that could come down the road. Or under it. Or over it."

Everyone gave their politician's grip and grin, and then Feedback System was politely but firmly shown to the door.

"Well," Spring said as they all stood out on the sidewalk in front of ChampIon's headquarters. "The only reason that wasn't a waste of time was that we got paid."

Mimi giggled, stretching hir arms over hir head. "Oh, I dunno. It was kinda fun. Their ICE package wasn't too bad. Just totally not where it needs to be."

Spring grumbled some more, scratching at her arm as she started toward the street to flag a taxi down. "Yeah well, I still want to sell all that shit to someone. We're leaving good money on the table."

Feedback sighed, and shook his head. "Not this time. And that's not what Feedback Systems does. We don't betray clients. It's why we get paid the big bucks for comparatively low risk jobs."

Bonus slung his arm around Feedback's shoulder, and gave him an absolutely evil grin. "And look at how much our reputation has garnered us. A repeat client. Come on, you and me are going to chat with an oversexed vixen over at NymphaTech." He reached out and snared Mimi by hir shoulder as well. "And you, conejita, you got a special mention."

Mimi wriggled and squirmed, finally tugging the button on the front of hir jacket free and slipping out of it. "Fuck that noise, I'm not going in there," shi repeated hirself. "Besides, I have a party with Impulse tonight." She repeated that name, emphasizing it. "Impulse. A personal invitation. Like hell I'm passing up that, she's freakin' hot!"

Everyone rolled their eyes. They were a polycule, and everyone pretty much slept with everyone else. But if there was one person in the whole of the group that could be labeled a nymphomaniac, it would absolutely be Mimi.

Spring reached out to lightly smack the bunny behind hir head. "Yeah, you just make sure you don't get some weird kink there and bring it home. I don't do that bondage cosplay shit," she warned. Finally getting a cab's attention, she opened the door. "You coming?"

Mimi turned and was about to stick hir tongue out at Bonus, but he just threw hir jacket in hir face making her squeal and protest. Shi got in the car, fist shaking the whole time, and a few seconds later, it headed off toward one of the residential districts.

That left Feedback and Bonus walking the three blocks north and two east toward NymphaTech's own headquarters.

Feedback slipped his hands into his pockets, matching the shorter skunk's pace. "You didn't really miss much. They were obviously displeased."

Bonus laughed, and walked with his own arms swinging freely. "Of course they were 'displeased', perrito, We walked into their system and danced all over the place because someone couldn't keep their eyes off of las pompas conitas." He held his hands up in front of him, mock surrender. "Don't get me wrong, it is la perfecta cula." His fingers made squeezing motions. "And shi does like it paid attention to. But that is no excuse for not doing basic job duties."

Feedback snorted back a laugh. "Yeah well, don't let hir get too comfortable with the idea that shi's a distraction, shi's far too valuable getting in and putting hir skills with computers to use." He tossed his head just so, and flicked a spare strand of hair off of his forehead. Feedback was, for better or worse, what would have been called an 'Fully Free-States Boy' a hundred years ago and change. Sandy blond hair. Sky blue eyes. Athletic figure. And a smile that could charm the panties off of a Dixite choirgirl. And what made it almost utterly insufferable was that Feedback not only knew it, but he didn't flaunt it. He just 'was'. He was a naturally good guy. And if you didn't want to punch him for being an idiot, you wanted to punch him because you were jealous. Sometimes both.

Bonus reached out, and took advantage of the situation. Curling his fingers around Feedback's tie, he drew the canine in for a hot, fast kiss. "Ya, maybe we start using your butt as a distraction," he teased, and actually made Feedback blush. Which he took as a win.

"I'm going to get you for that," Feedback said, quickly working his tie straight again and smoothing it out.

"Uh huh. Well since you're not letting me have any time in the water, you owe me," Bonus said as he turned the corner.

*

Mimi was practically bouncing in hir seat. Shi was getting to go to a party with The Impulse. Shi'd been one of the top subscribers to that stream for over a year, and that squirrel could.... Nnh. DO... things to the bunny. Mimi wouldn't ever leave her family. Shi wouldn't leave any of them for any reason. They had been far too good to hir and far too loyal. And while shi was easily the most sexually needy of the group, and even recognized that it sometimes put a strain on things, shi would absolutely stick with hir family.

Shi would even throw hirself into a fight. All 60 kg of hir tiny self, with all of the fury that a physically unimpressive but almost insane lapine could bring to a fight. Shi wasn't quite to the level of 'more a threat to hir friends' but shi was close. Feedback still reflexively covered his crotch every time he accidentally startled hir.

But. Impulse. There was just something so utterly raw and wild and delicious about that girl, and the fact of the matter was that if there was any way that Mimi could maybe get Impulse to join THEIR family, shi would be a very happy bunny.

For her part, Spring was already opening the top few buttons of her blouse after having pulled the tie free. "God I hate this suit and tie bullshit," she growled, stuffing the loop of fabric into her pocket. Doubtless Feedback would 'help' her by untying the knot at some point. As far as she was concerned the stupid thing could stay knotted. It wasn't like she wore it frequently enough to make a difference. "Seriously, girl. Hope that you have a good time," she said to Mimi, leaning over to kiss the lapine's cheek.

Mimi beamed, and then turned it into a real kiss. Shi was about to say something when the taxi dropped and the door opened. "See you!" And the bunny was gone almost before the door had even fully opened. There wasn't quite a trail of clothing along the street, but shi was already working buttons on the blouse open before shi'd even hit the front door of the condo building.

Spring just shook her head, and by the time that she got to the elevator she had to wait for a second one. On the ride up, she flickered her fingers around a few times, looking at what was on her build list. She had a few things that she needed to get repaired, as well as some gear to look at ordering for Cross to put in one of the crew or other. Sure, she wasn't going to a party tonight. That was fine with her. She hated parties.

Mimi was still getting changed into hir clothes by the time that Spring came through the door, and they met in the closet while the bunny was wiggling hir hips to get hir skirt on correctly. Tonight's outfit was a very nearly whorish parody of a schoolgirl outfit from overseas. The straight-cut skirt came down to the upper thigh, and the 'socks' might as well have been stockings with a garter belt holding them up. The blouse was little more than a midriff-level white top that offered a shelf for the neon-highlighted sailor scarf to rest. The only thing that wasn't sexualized to the hilt was the pair of shoes.

"What, no heels?" Spring hip-checked Mimi, who giggled.

"I don't wanna be too tall," the bunny 'whined'. "Impulse is already a little taller than I am and I just don't wanna... y'know, I don't wanna overshadow her."

Spring almost snarked. Almost. Mimi was normally someone who could give as good as shi got. But something about this just felt like that would be a bit too far. At least tonight. "Be careful, pretty girl. That's all I'll say."

Mimi bounced up and kissed hir lover's cheek. "Promise." And with that, shi did a single turn, fast enough to kick the back of it up to expose the thong panty. "Do I look good? God, I should go with the mini-yukata, shouldn't I? I should go with the mini-yukata," shi said and started to reach up to work the scarf off of hir shoulders.

Spring put her hands on top, and said, "You really look amazing, Mimi. Seriously. Go get to her place and enjoy the party. Be yourself. She'll love you."

*

Feedback and Bonus were in the elevator on their way up to the executive suites of Nymphatech. They'd been shown up into the elevator without even a hint of a delay. Once more, Feedback's hands were in his pockets, and Bonus' were free. It didn't prevent them from having a conversation over their private network. Doubtless there were listening devices in the elevator.

Bonus: I don't know whether I should hate this corp more than any other corp or not.

Feedback: Oh?

Bonus: They do the whole sexual liberation thing, but that's their play for sympathy. They don't want you liberated, they want you branded to them.

Feedback: Mimi's bodymods are all theirs. I haven't heard you complaining about that.

Bonus: That's not the point and you know it, perrito.

The elevator doors opened, and a smiling corpo-drone was standing there with a totally plastic smile. "Gentlemen, please come with me. Mizz dan Virra is waiting for you."

Feedback led the way out, Bonus subconsciously taking the role of guardian for his lover. Neither of them were anywhere close to the level of trusting anyone at this corp, but the fact of the matter was that neither of them were willing to risk an incident either. Sure, neither of them had been allowed to bring their pistols up, but they hadn't been forbidden from carrying up anything that was 'integrated' either.

Feedback was an alright scrapper, but he just didn't have Bonus' killer instincts when it came to actual fights. He would defend, and even throw a few people around, but he just didn't have the heart to actually hurt someone, not unless he really had to, and it would mess him up emotionally a lot more than it would Bonus. Bonus had blood on his hands, and they both knew it. Not that he was proud of it, but when you grew up hard on the streets, you learned to deal with shit, fast.

The single secretary stood behind her desk, and neither of the men missed that her eyes flicked that certain way that indicated she was sending a message. They didn't miss that when the doors opened, "Syrah" had some big beefy stud behind her with his cock up her ass, and a top-heavy kitten on her knees sucking the vixen's shaft. Apparently they'd shown up just a bit TOO quickly.

Sofietje dan Virra was average height, and that was the only thing average about her. Working as an executive at Nymphatech gave her access to all sorts of mods, and she'd gone utterly wild with them. Neither Bonus nor Feedback was familiar enough with the catalog to say whether it was the CuntBuster 105A or 105B that the vixen was sporting, just that it was something that looked like it belonged on a stallion, not a vixen.

The breasts were implants, obviously. That level of gravity-defying bounce only showed up in VR, animation, or with synthetic materials. Syrah's eyes were so blue that a few people had asked if the digitized pictures from old days had been coded into the pupils and then someone fell asleep on the 'increase bloom' setting. "Mmmmhsorry, darlings, I didn't think that you'd be here quite this soon."

Whoever the kitten was apparently realized that playtime was over. She froze in the middle of her blowjob, in the way that people who are still getting used to their augs do when they're accessing commands and menus. Stallion didn't seem to give half a shit in the least. He just kept hammering away as hard as he could.

The two men stood there, awkwardly. Neither of them had expected anything at this level, and for all of their abilities to read people and the room, neither Feedback nor Bonus quite knew what to make of this. Was it a power play? Was it a statement? Was it meant to show off new... tech? Was it truly just that Syrah had expected them to not be here quite so quickly and she'd wanted some stress relief before? Or perhaps 'warming up' before she saw Mimi?

"Oh, don't look at me that way," Syrah said, reaching one hand down to shove the kitty's head down further onto her shaft. "This is product testing. She's got a set of vibrators along her tongue and throat with programmable patterns, and a set of tubes through her nostrils going directly to her lungs. We're thinking of selling them as a unit for all the JoyBoys and Girls out there."

Feedback coughed. "And the... gentleman behind you?"

Syrah actually reached back up toward his muzzle and patted it. "We've got a new sex therapy drug that's in the works, for anyone who suffers from premature ejaculation. This fine stallion is..."

She was cut off by the horse throwing his head back and screaming at the top of his lungs, thrashing his hips forward in a way that was probably not healthy. There was a note of panic in his voice that tainted the otherwise blissful release of his orgasm. His legs seemed to lock up, and he fell back onto the floor, leaving a thick trail of white leaking out of her, as well as spurting from the tip of his cock. Neither Feedback nor Bonus missed that the more the orgasm went on, the deeper a shade of pink was tinged with the ejaculate.

Syrah sighed, and reached back to her desk with one hand. "MedTech team to my office, please." She shifted her weight forward, and then emptied her own load into the feline girl's throat. "I'd apologize for the display, but I know that you two probably would like a sample. I'd intended to share the stallion with your adorable little Mimi but I don't suppose you'd be interested in something similar, Bonus?"

He swallowed, and then shook his head. "I'm fine."

Feedback gave her his own version of a corpo-smile, "Very generous, ma'am. I try to not mix business with pleasure quite so soon before a proposal."

Syrah pouted up at him. "Are you sure? It really is quite intense. I don't have to tell you that I've had my share of blowjobs before and this is easily in the top ten percent." She gave a gentle pat to the cheek of the feline girl who pulled slowly back from having her nose buried in the vixen's pubic ruff, and gave a timid smile.

When the feline girl spoke, her voice shook. Literally. It was as if she were standing on the surface when an earthquake happened. "I think the control system still needs work, ma'am. It's not shutting off."

Syrah sighed, and flicked a few times on her pad. "Get back down to the labs. I need these bugs sorted out, we're already behind schedule and I'm getting the impression that the software team doesn't want to actually finish because they're dragging out this particular project for their own reasons. Unacceptable."

The feline girl nodded and quickly resituated Syrah's skirt, then stood up. Her exit was blocked by the arrival of a medical crew who quickly strapped the stallion onto the stretcher. One of them shoved a hypo into the horse's throat, thankfully stopping the screaming. Not even a full minute later, and the three of them were left alone in the office.

Bonus gave an almost-polite cough. "So. You said that you had a job for us?"

Syrah brushed her hands along her clothes, smoothing them out before she turned to take a seat behind her desk, while motioning the other two in the room to sit as well.

After checking to ensure the seats didn't have any particularly fresh stains, the men both sat down, eager to get the negotiation over with.

"Tell me what you know about the BodMod industry, darlings."

*

Mimi was having the time of hir life. Shi'd started the party off with a drink from a bartender that was utterly delicious. Both the drink, and the bartender. Big, strapping hunk of bad-boy wolf, and Mimi would absolutely not object in the least to getting eaten by that in some dark corner.

Then shi'd danced with a couple of the backup dancers. One of them, some sort of weaselkin, had his hands roaming over Mimi's chest, while the other one, some sort of wild dog, had his hands all over Mimi's butt under hir skirt. Both of those boys got all kinds of kisses, and it was Mimi's first orgasm of the night, pinned between the two while shi ground back and forth on their cocks while they held hir up.

Mimi's second was something shi was going to have to play back for the crew to believe. Not that shi was recording! ... for distribution. ... ... She really would have to delete that one. After showing the two dancers sharing hir very modest erection and the way shi was bent forward made it clear that someone else that the camera couldn't see was between hir legs, doing something (probably cunnilingus given how shi was squealing) and yet two more were sucking on hir breasts and ANOTHER was pushing her pussy forward for Mimi to feast on.

The whole afternoon and evening went like that. Everyone was fucking everyone else, with the star of the show making her rounds amid the few invited guests. There were perhaps a hundred people as guests, and just as many that were crew that had participated in the most recent video. It wasn't the biggest or wildest party that Impulse had thrown. But these smaller affairs were better, in the eyes of most of her fans.

When she made her grand entrance, she walked up onto the stage, in all of her naked glory, and everyone cheered wildly. Impulse represented everything that was 'real' in some undefinable way. She wouldn't use BodMods except medically. Were her breasts round and perky? Not to the levels that fashion said they 'should' be, and certainly not as large. Were her hips round, waist narrow, legs long, et cetera? Yes on all those points and more. But not only were they unenhanced, they were also imperfect. Her tail had a noticeable notch taken out of a section toward the tip, a souvenir from getting away from a street gang as a child. Her arms and legs had scars all over, more rough life early on. Her red fur covered up the actual marks, but the uneven pattern gave her an almost tiger-striped look.

She didn't have any mods at all. Not even anything to fix her overly-large buck teeth. She didn't begrudge anyone their gender-affirming care or mods (she wasn't a Mixon fundamentalist!) but she didn't have any herself. She simply was who she was; wild and passionate, unrefined, unrestrained, and unintimidated.

Mimi's voice was among the loudest calling and cheering for more as Impulse strutted forward, wearing a headset. She assumed a position at the center of her filming stage, and started to tap her heel while crossing her arms in front of her. The crowd went utterly silent as the drums slammed something that none of them recognized.

Then the cheer practically blew the roof off of the place as Impulse launched into the very first performance of a new routine that she'd hinted at but no one had seen, ever. The male backup dancers moved in, surrounding her with their arms, groping and squeezing while she sang, belting the tune out at the top of her lungs. Within seconds, everyone on the floor was dancing, practically screwing each other right there in front of their idol.

Mimi was making out with someone that shi sort of knew, while some mystery stag was nipping at hir neck. Shi was practically in heaven. Most pop songs were just barely hovering around the 90 second mark, no one's attention lasted that long any more.

But like Impulse said, "If you can only last 90 seconds, I don't want you whispering in my ear while we're intimate." Songs over three minutes were practically considered operas at this point. Impulse? Hers ran nearly ten. The poetry was on the border between erotic and outright lewd. By the time that she hit the last chorus, she was grinding her pussy against one dancer's face while he cupped her ass, spreading it. Another dancer was behind her with his tongue between those cheeks and his hands up on her breasts.

Mimi just knew that this wasn't a staged thing. Impulse had large areola and nipples compared to her bust size, and they were hard enough to drill through plasteel. Someone's hands were slipping into hir thong, and Mimi squirmed as someone stroked hir, getting hir off within a few seconds, shi was so excited.

The song came to the kind of ending that came with good sex, lingering and stumbling, panting, gasping, breathless for more and yet sated as well. The crowd let out another cheer. Impulse made a speech thanking her crew, and thanking the crowd for their support. No one in the crowd missed that Impulse had an absolute river of her own excitement running down her thighs. It was the one "kink" that she was able to make happen naturally. She was an absolute gusher when she was excited.

She danced for another half hour, this time with the music going on as pre-recorded. The sex show continued, just around her and sometimes with her stroking someone rather than "actively" participating.

Mimi didn't have anyone else really bring hir off, though damn if shi didn't make out with a few people. Some people were in the corners of the room, taking some light party drugs while the party thudded on without them. Shi was dancing up against a hare buck who was giving hir all kinds of visual promises to take hir off and bend hir over a subwoofer, when shi felt someone's hand gently land on hir shoulder.

"Miss, I hate to interrupt, but I have a message for you," the big tiger bouncer said as he extended a scroll tied with a ribbon.

Mimi moved like shi was in a dream. Shi knew what it was. Only one of these was handed out at every party. And because each group of people invited were almost unique, the chances of getting one at all were extremely small. But everyone who supported Impulse knew what it was. "Is this for me?" That was probably one of the dumbest and most obvious questions that could be asked at this point, and Mimi's ears tucked back as shi seemed to realize just how moronic that was. "I... uh..." Shi looked down at it, then back up at the tiger. He wasn't her favorite dancer in Impulse's troupe, but there wasn't a bad looking one among them.

He winked down at hir. "Hope you didn't party too hard during the premiere. I think that I saw you getting all sorts of attention. Cute little ass like that in that skirt, doesn't surprise me." He patted her gently on her shoulder, then reached out to draw the buck that Mimi had been dancing with in against him. "I'll keep your friend here occupied so that he's not lonely."

Mimi tugged the ribbon free, and quickly read the paper (ACTUAL paper!) note from Impulse. Shi grinned, and then bouncing up on hir toes, she kissed the cheeks of the two men who were in the process of starting to make out with each other. It was hard not to skip toward the backstage door.

*

Bonus held his hand up. "Wait. Wait, let me get this straight. You want us to actually do a penetration on a company, but it's not a company that you own. It's a company that you want to own. And you want us to steal their research data, and destroy the backups, so that they go into bankruptcy. And then you're going to swoop in and... what, purchase them and put them under NymphaTech?"

Syrah sighed, and leaned back in her chair. "EroTech is already in trouble. They're hemorrhaging money and none of their recent projects have hit the market with any kind of success. They're making derivative products of our own line, and what we have is outcompeting them on both quality and price."

Feedback crossed his arms over his chest. "Sounds like you're already on the verge of taking them over. Why are you pushing for us to go in there and put the proverbial bullet in their head?"

Syrah tapped her fingers together in front of her muzzle. "I assume that you're recording this, and that you also have your counter-surveillance suite running?"

Feedback shifted in his seat, looking at Bonus, and got the affirmative. "It's normal for us to record all initial meetings," the canine said. "It saves time for writing up contracts later."

Syrah nodded, "And you doubtless have quite the good detection suite." She motioned toward the room at large. "Please, tell me how many snooping programs there are running in here. And then if that number is greater than zero, shut them off."

Bonus: Well that explains why she wanted Mimi here.

Feedback: You can't do it?

Bonus: I can run the suite shi wrote. I don't know what all of the squigglies mean.

Feedback: Do it.

They finished their silent conversation, and Bonus closed his eyes to be polite while he accessed his augs, and then half a second later he opened his eyes. "You had one running. Not sure where it traced to, but it's off now. Looks like a video recorder, if I had to guess but it's not my area of expertise. Que quieres, zorra?"

The news that there was a video recorder made her frown but other than that, Syrah seemed to be utterly in control. "Probably someone who wanted to get footage of my department failing to have a perfect product test. If you could short that out I would be grateful."

Feedback gave that corpo-smile to her. "We'll see what we can do. Now then. You suddenly want this to be free of recordings on your end for what reason?"

Syrah tipped forward, still tapping her fingers together just under her nose. "I have reason to believe that EroTech is placing a very large bet on something that they've got in RnD, and what our informants tell us is that it's going to be quite good. Exceedingly good, actually. Whoever their code slicer is, is both devious and capable, and perverse in the best possible way." She stood, making her way to the screen on the wall, which she activated with a flick of her hand. A schematic of some sort of device came up and it took both Bonus and Feedback several seconds to realize what they were looking at.

Bonus cocked his head to the side, trying to work out some of the finer details. "Is that some sort of insertable? Doesn't exactly look like it's going to be all that good at providing pleasure." The thing in question was little more than a small metallic ovoid. It looked like little more than a basic bullet vibrator to be uncharitable. But the circuitry inside was intricate, beyond even 'normal' levels.

"This is honestly genius. While I wouldn't ever go so far as to say we wouldn't have come up with something, it would have taken us much longer to approach the problem of sexual fulfillment from this angle. If you don't have a lot of training in either biotech integration or neural manipulation," she turned the last few words into a question, looking over at the pair.

Both shook their heads. Cross wasn't with them as part of the crew any more, though doubtless they would be able to get the files to her later and get her take.

"In short, this is what you might consider something like a pleasure dampener. All of those wonderful things that you feel when someone sucks your dick, or get fucked in the ass, or whatever, this lets you enjoy it, but you don't get quite the same levels of pure physical high. In and of itself, that's not all that revolutionary. Similar things have been used in pharma-form for premature ejaculation." She motioned toward the screen, and specifically the picture of a molecule that was insanely complex.

Again, neither of the men had any sort of training about how to interpret the thing, not in any respect; what it was actually made of, what it did, or what made it special in any other way.

"This is, in layman's terms, something that can change shape with a command. It's aug-integrated. This can both tease, and keep someone from orgasming. You stick this in a Joy-Girl or Joy-Boy and you're going to get someone who can do a lot more to match performance with experience. Experienced girls will be able to bring someone off without hitting their peak. The BDSM community will pay through the nose for this; the ability to control their toys far more deftly."

Feedback crossed one leg over the other. "So you're worried that they're about to rise from the ashes, as it were? And you want us to put the nail in their coffin before they can get this out the door and save themselves."

Syrah stared at the screen for a few seconds longer, and then turned. "I want you to put the nail in their coffin to the point that I can buy them, personally. I'm tired of being locked out of advancement here. I've got sells lined up for all of my stock options and enough savings and other resources available that I'm going to be able to buy the company outright when this fails. You need to get in there, make copies of everything, destroy all of their data, ALL of it, and bring those copies to me."

*

Mimi had been in situations before where shi had literally fought for hir life. Shi'd been in situations where all three of hir lovers had been involved in post-mission celebrations and those had been cherished and intense and satisfying on emotional levels that shi couldn't quite explain.

Shi had never been so nervous about a situation before. Then again, shi'd never had anyone who shi looked up to like Impulse invite hir up for anything more than a conversation. But that little ribbon was going into hir lockbox. Shi was going to cherish that for the rest of hir life. The paper would probably get folded as delicately as possible, and put into the same box. Maybe shi'd use the ribbon on hir ears or hair somehow.

"You're being a stupid little bitch," shi huffed to hirself, and then knocked once at the door the paper had directed hir to, then opened it and stepped inside.

There she was. Impulse. Leaning back on a pile of cushions and sipping at a bottle of water. "Mimi, I assume," the squirrel star said with an easy smile.

"Yeah," Mimi said, and was instantly proud of hirself that shi didn't squeak it out. "I.. uh..."

Impulse laughed, stretching her arms over her head and then rolling up onto her feet. "Relax, dear, relax. I know that you're probably a little worried about what I'm offering here. So let's start off with the unpleasantness, and you can decide whether to accept it. Then we'll go over the pleasantries, if you're still up for it."

Mimi slipped a little closer. "Would you be disappointed in me if I said that I wanted to do the pleasantries first?" Still, as much as shi wanted to start tugging her top off or the scarf loose, shi didn't. One of Impulse's primary messages was that consent was sexy, and she'd made it clear that consent was on the table, but not exactly offered just yet.

The squirrel giggled, and patted the cushions. "I've had my people check into you," she admitted. "And while I have little doubt that you're an absolute delight in bed, I also don't want you clouded when we talk. And even if you're able to have a clear head, I rarely do for anything requiring any sort of higher thought or problem solving. Plus it utterly ruins the afterglow for me. And whatever you do with this info that I'm about to drop on you, I really do want to actually enjoy my time with you. You're adorable, and you're a good person. Or at least if you're a bad person you're so good at hiding it that I can't find any evidence."

Mimi took a seat on the cushions, folding hir legs so that shi sat there, and did hir best not to stare at Impulse in all of her nudity. It was hard. Spring wasn't built 'pretty' like Impulse was, and Cross was a lot more zaftig. "I try," shi said, still reeling slightly. If there were background checks tied to those scrolls, it wouldn't shock hir, but it also wasn't something that was commonly known. Speculated on, but never confirmed. "Sounds like this is some pretty heavy stuff," shi ventured.

Impulse nodded, and then picked a chip off of the low table and extended it toward Mimi. "There's a lot of stuff on here. You don't have to look at it all right now, but the gist of it is that there's a really dangerous bit of tech that's about to go on the market. You ever hear of a company called EroTech?"

*

Bonus and Feedback accepted the chips from Syrah, and then politely excused themselves from the meeting. Bonus led the way out, with Feedback promising Syrah they would get back with her about whether they would accept the job or not, after talking it over with everyone.

"I don't like this, perito," Bonus said once they were outside. The afternoon rains were washing the streets out and creating halos of neon where they stuck to things. Both of their suits were hydrophobic, as was their fur, which meant that they weren't actually getting 'wet', but they could sense the chill in the air that came with the storm. They never lasted very long. Within a half hour or so, the clouds would remain but the rain would stop.

"Not a huge fan of it myself," Feedback agreed. "For a lot of reasons. There's a lot to unpack there."

"Even if this is something that we like," Bonus continued as if Feedback hadn't spoken.

"Which we don't," Feedback pointed out.

"Which we don't," Bonus echoed, "there's already enough shit going on with mod subscriptions that this smells. The corps are already going too far with this shit about paying to use their stuff. Hell, you heard about how the latest patch from SpecSquare was shoving ads directly into people's visual streams unless they got a premium service pack? What happens if this turns into some pay-to-play thing? Literally? You wanna get it on with your girl? Better be paid up!"

Feedback slipped his hands in his pockets. "What worries me isn't that they're doing this. It's... almost impossible to really see how something like this wouldn't be done eventually. What worries me is that it's supposedly integrated with the rest of the augs. Which means that unless there's some insanely good stuff going on, it's as hackable as anything else. And you can't tell me that some stalker couldn't lock things down for their target unless some e-ransom is paid." He shook his head. "No. No, this shit needs to be stopped. I just don't know how."

*

Mimi's jaw was almost on hir lap. "I... uh... wow. That's... that's a lot to take in. I mean, I know I say that to lovers and play it up as 'oh no I'm such a small bunny how will it ever fit, tee hee', but seriously this is really worrying. And you're saying that the guy who's making it happen is part of a corp that's already in trouble?"

Impulse smiled at the banter, but hadn't touched her guest. "Everything that I've heard has said that they're in some serious trouble. As much as any of us hate the corps in general, they're at least one of the less-bad ones. They're just not making ends meet because they're getting chased off of the market by 'better' stuff. When you can get your aug-toys cheaper from NymphaTech, and they're throwing so much more into marketing and advertising, EroTech is getting basically chased off of the shelves. So like any corp, they're trying something to bring in revenue. And this time, they probably have a winner. They just don't have one that's going to remain safe for long."

Mimi took a deep breath, and then let it out. "I'm still not really sure what you're asking us to do. Like, are you trying to take this thing off of the market so that it doesn't work? Are you wanting us to just sabotage what's going to actually come out so that it's not as harmful?"

Impulse took a deep breath of her own, and then leaned back into the cushions. "I guess what I'm asking is that you take it to your crew and use your best judgment. You've all got your heads mostly screwed on straight. Whether you kept a low enough profile to stay off the Corp radar grid or not, Feedback System isn't as clean as you all pretend, and anyone who's got their fingers on the actual pulse knows that."

Mimi leaned hir head back, palms scrubbing at hir cheeks and eyes, then grabbing at hir ears. "I just wanted to come to the party and have a good time, not pick up some new crusade! Feedback's gonna kill me!"

Impulse laughed. "I don't think that it's quite that dramatic. But I also trust you. You're a good crew. Even if you do have more augs than I prefer." She patted Mimi's thigh. "I'm teasing. You've only got augs that you really need for your jobs. And you're not going wild with them. You're all still maintaining as much natural as you can."

Mimi shifted a bit. "You.. ah... you know that I'm... uh..."

Impulse nodded. "I know. And that's fine with me. You're being who you are. Not making yourself into something you're not."

Mimi turned so that shi was facing toward Impulse, and tucked the end of the chip just under hir earbase where the slot was. It wasn't anything uncomfortable for hir, she had a very high end deck that shi plugged in all the time. Copying the information off of the chip wasn't even challenging enough to qualify as child's play. "I'll talk about it with everyone," shi promised.

The squirrel's fingers started trailing through the bunny's soft thigh fur. "I hope that you're still interested in the pleasantries?"

Mimi laughed, and ran hir own hand along Impulse's waist. "You'd probably have to tell me that there was a squad of CorpoCops out there in order to really get my mind off of sex. And even then I'd probably tell you to get behind me and all that macho stuff just so that I could be the big damn hero that would return for the reward from the grateful and comely maiden fair."

Impulse laughed at that, and reached up to pull Mimi down by hir scarf into a kiss. "You and I both know that if there were actually a squad out there, you'd be as terrified as I would be."

Mimi let out an 'mmmh' into that kiss, losing hirself in it as shi took hir time. "Yeah, okay. But... what were we talking about?"

Impulse laughed again, and started tugging at the buttons on Mimi's blouse. "It doesn't matter right now. What does matter is a certain bunny getting some time with a certain singer. Now shut up and make love to me."

Mimi was normally the demanding lover. Shi liked attention, and shi liked being spoiled. And as much as shi wanted to be the one focused on (and hir family normally indulged hir) shi also wasn't the kind of herm that just took and took. And this was someone that shi'd fantasized about for a long time! So when Impulse pulled hir down into the kiss, Mimi just rolled with it. Shrugging out of the scarf and blouse took a little longer than it should have, since neither of them were willing to stop.

Impulse's fingers trailed over the slight bust of her new lover, playing fingers along nipples and areola. "You're beautiful," she whispered, and stole another kiss.

Mimi almost melted. Shi knew that Impulse was a poetic soul, and that she could have gone on and on, been flowery. But this wasn't a performance. It was genuine. That was what made Impulse so hard for the corps to deal with. She wasn't anything other than what she presented herself as. When Mimi kissed back, shi meant every last bit of it.

Impulse drew Mimi over her, shuffling her thighs against the smaller lapine's legs, playing fingers along Mimi's long ears.

Mimi's muzzle tucked in against Impulse's neck, giving a light nip there even as shi gathered the backs of Impulse's thighs and drew them up. Feedback did this to hir all the time, and shi loved it. Shi didn't have the sheer masculine presence that he did. But shi doubted Impulse cared. The squirrel was surrounded by guys who probably bench pressed each other for warmups. And while shi had no doubt that Impulse had all sorts of attention from them any time she wanted. But right now, she wanted Mimi. And Mimi very nearly spurted just from the sheer excitement.

Whatever else she was, though, Impulse was someone who loved her fans for who they were and what they were, warts and all. It was the title of one of her better power ballads. So when she felt Mimi's tail fluttering and that quiver in the bunny's thighs, she pulled back on the stimulation. "Easy, gorgeous," she breathed against one of those long ears. "Easy, we don't want this to end before it's even started."

Mimi chewed on her lower lip as shi nodded. Shi really, REALLY didn't want this to end so quickly. "Help me get my skirt off?"

Within a minute, the two were naked, and Mimi was laying atop Impulse. The passion had ramped back up, and this time it wasn't going to end. Mimi slid hir hand down against Impulse's hip, clutching her thigh up and guiding it into a position that would allow for smooth penetration.

The squirrel's fingers cupped Mimi's cheek, drawing hir to look down. That first push forward made them gasp out. The second got moans, and then they both laughed. Without planning on it, or trying to coordinate, they'd harmonized. She drew hir in for a kiss, and then giggled, "I wonder if I could steal you away as a backup singer."

Mimi's hips were moving steadily now, playing in and out of Impulse's warmth and shi laughed before kissing hir way along the squirrel star's jawline, and then her breasts. "You don't want me to sing. I'm pretty good as a dancer. Just don't ask me to do any lifts."

For the next several minutes, neither of them said anything that wasn't either a tease, a gasp, or a plea for more of what just happened. It wasn't the sort of thing that Mimi got all that much; being the gentle, playful top. Shi was almost always on the bottom (and shi liked it that way!) or shi was being far more energetic with Spring. It was special in a way shi couldn't explain, and thus when shi felt Impulse's thighs squeeze around hir waist, and the whisper of 'almost there' from the squirrel, Mimi did everything in hir power to make it a good one. To make it more than just some forgettable splurge with a fan just as sexually active and excitable.

Impulse called out, her head and spine arching as she hit her peak somehow making the announcement almost a song in and of itself. Hips grinding back, the primal rhythm older than all sentient life felt while the lovers tried to draw it out even longer.

Mimi didn't last much longer, calling and then screaming out far less artfully as shi felt hirself twitch and then empty into Impulse's body. Shi sank down, aftershocks tearing through hir. It was an imperfect ending. Shi hadn't lasted long enough. Shi hadn't cum at the same time as hir lover. Shi hadn't poured two liters of fluid out of hir tip.

And yet it was, in its imperfect way, the kind of perfection that was even better than 'perfect'. It was real.

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