Invention by justawerewolf
Invention by A. A. Samuel Here she was, in his room. Damn she was hot, with those lithe, athletic curves, that sexy long tail, wrapped around a leg of his desk as if to balance her in the strangeness of ordinary gravity. She hadn't been back on Earth long, and she didn't have long to stay. With a single look in the intelligent pools of her blue eyes, one half hidden by the cascading blue spikes of her mostly-short hair, Kavi knew he had to make the most of what attention she could spare him. He had many lovers, and he knew she did too, but Dee was special. The white rat girl was smarter than Kavi, he knew that much. It pissed him off, almost as much as it turned him on. She'd won every argument they'd ever had, even though he'd earned several times the degrees she had, including two from Oxford. He wasn't used to anyone being smarter than him. "I made you something," he told her then. "Well, for both of us." He gestured to the table behind him, where he had on display his constant hobby of a year now, ever since her last visit. His heart beat faster. What if she hated them? He'd worked so hard. She stepped forward to examine the prize. Kavi held his breath as she lifted first one, then the other, in her near-undetectably cybernetic arms. Her curious smile registered the basics of what he'd made, and she began perusing features. He watched her eyes widen as she guessed the purpose of a few of those features. Was that the hint of a pink blush, brightening the soft skin inside her round white ears? Hope and excitement blared through Kavi's veins, along with fierce arousal. She hadn't backed away. She wasn't angry. She took a slow breath and set her present down, a playful smirk twitching the corners of her mouth. With a sidelong, teasing glance, she asked, "Bondage arms?" Teasing or no, he could tell she was intrigued. "You wound me!" Kavi declared, grinning to show she did nothing of the kind. "Would so great an inventor as myself build mere 'bondage arms'? No, Dee, these are much, much more?a total, integrative, sensual experience!" He finished with theatrical gravity, all sweeping gestures and waggling eyebrows, the dangerous mad scientist. Dee only smiled and rolled her eyes at him. "You're a kinky one," she said mildly. "Even for a mongoose." Kavi's smaller, round ears and shorter, fluffier tail twitched excitedly. The mongoose roboticist realized he couldn't stand one more second not touching her. He decided to interpret her words as an invitation, and moved in close to stroke her white cheek. She didn't pull away. Her fur was amazingly soft, just as he remembered. She leaned indulgently into his caress. Indulgent. That was how she always seemed to him. High above him and deigning to descend here and there for a share in sensual delights. And if he mentioned it to her, she would only roll her eyes and chuckle, and offer a playful witticism to the effect that, since she worked in space, she did, literally spend a great deal of time in a direction that would be perceived from his own gravity-bound location as "up". A little thrill raced down his spine, sent his tail shivering at the thought of her smooth, clever voice, calmly pointing out some flaw in his generally mighty logic. He was tempted to say something absurd, just to hear her correct him, but no, he didn't have time for that. He had reasons for asking her here, and her time spent on Earth was always too short. Instead of speaking, he kissed her. She kissed back. She was skilled and sensuous, and not without fondness for him. He knew she enjoyed their conversations, enough to come here anyway. And she approved of his work with complex prostheses and cybernetics. He'd learned she had a tendency to go to bed with nearly anyone, within reason and certain personal boundaries, if she approved their efforts for the advancement of human and human-derivative cultures. Something about that thrilled him with desire, and challenged him at once. He craved her approval, hungered for the reward she so casually offered, but it always left him the tiniest bit unsatisfied. He wanted to be something more to her than a clever inventor, a relatively agile debater, and a decent lay. Kavi harbored no pretensions of true love or anything so logically ridiculous as monogamy, but . . . it would be nice just once to shake her to her core, overtake her mind with blissful passion, as she always could for him. Kavi loved her mind. He didn't want it to go anywhere, not for long. But sometimes, he thought, it was good, even for a brilliant logician, to have her mind blown. The clever mongoose pulled his guest close in one arm. With his free hand he grasped one of the "bondage arms" as she'd called them. Then he broke off their kiss, sweet as it was, to whisper up into her large, round ear, "can I put them on you?" Dee glanced sidelong at his invention, then back up at Kavi's eyes, her expression doubtful but also curious. "Sure," she said. A part of Kavi, one he hoped he didn't let show, sagged in relief and trembled with anxiety at once. She trusted him enough to play out this fantasy. It was perfectly logical for her to trust him. He'd always been worthy of her trust. But now he had to prove his toys worthy of her attention. He bit back an errant thought, an impulse to beg the "arms" he'd made to work as he'd designed them. They weren't alive, and certainly couldn't hear his thoughts. Such a plea would be illogical, and Dee would not be impressed. Forcing his hands steady, Kavi reached in under Dee's ever-practical utility vest. Obligingly, amused now, she slipped the garment off, lay it on his desk, and shrugged out of her deliciously tight t-shirt (which he only now noticed read, "Science: It Works, Bitches"). Then she was nude from the waist up, pert, humanish, furred breasts prettily exposed above her four additional nipples, barely visible through the silky, white fur. Kavi wondered what it said about him that, lovely as he found her fit, feminine form, he was much more interested in her shoulders, and the nearly-imperceptible line where her real fur met the artificial, lab-grown pseudofur of her enhanced prosthetic arms. The mongoose wondered if he was sick, to be so enthralled by the fact of her quadruple amputation, so enamored by the uses to which she put the very technologies he crafted as his life's work. But sick or no, his mouth watered as he reached up to gently, delicately remove her entire arm from her body. The slim rat shifted her weight gracefully, to balance her sudden asymmetry. Kavi swallowed, felt his breathing speed up. He gently set her totally-realistic arm aside, on the padded worktable, and checked the internal connectors in her shoulder?habit. All was well. He carefully attached his own creation in the naked socket. Dee shifted again, and made a face. "It's really heavy, Kav, and it's not responding." Kavi gave her a small grin, still trying to hide the depth of his excitement. "You won't have to carry it far, and who says it's supposed to respond? Yet." He gave her another teasing, mad-scientist look, this one tinged with growing desire. Then he moved to detach her other arm. When he was done, she stood there, two alien, obviously-robotic machines dangling from her shoulders, bowing her slightly with their weight, though she was too fit and strong to show much strain. Her perfect, nude breasts looked deliciously out of place between the hanging metal limbs. Kavi wanted to take her right there, but he knew it would ruin all his plans. Instead he grasped the fastenings on her shorts. "Can I finish undressing you?" he asked. Dee nodded again, a little wary, but still intrigued. Good. Kavi undid her shorts with quick efficiency, helped her step out of them, and the underwear beneath. He'd have liked to linger over the undressing, but the robotic limbs were heavy. He needed to get the pretty rat to his bed as quickly as he could, before her shoulders had time to ache. When Dee was nude, he guided her from the workroom, into his small, spartan sleeping quarters. He'd prepared his bed already for the encounter to come, and he helped Dee to sit down on it, then to lay back. The bondage had already begun. She would find it difficult to sit back up, with those heavy, unhelpful attachments on her shoulders. Low orbit freefall work made for strong abdominal muscles, so he knew she could do it, but it would take serious effort. "Comfortable?" he asked. Dee took a deep breath and nodded. He smiled to see signs she was finally getting nervous. Kavi would never abuse her consent, but he could see in her gorgeous blue eyes exactly how much power she'd now realized she'd given him. Yes, he could do pretty much what he wanted with her now. He wanted her in ecstasy. "I'm going to activate them," he alerted. She nodded her consent. He pushed a button on the remote control in his pocket. Dee's new "arms" whirred to life at her sides, moving apparently of their own will, but all in accordance with Kavi's plan. First, the main tendrils extended to their full, retractable length, some twenty feet or so, and the chief reason for the appendages' great weight. As they extended, they wrapped down under the bed, pinning Dee there with gentle but inescapable force. Then they snaked back up to catch her legs and tail. Dee, understandably distracted, failed to dodge them away in time. Kavi's specially-designed robotic limbs wrapped firmly around her still-natural tail and realistic-looking, white-furred legs. The thick, almost cable-like metal held them down, spreading the legs wide to expose Dee's vulnerable, pink cunt. Kavi was pleased and relieved to see it glistening with desire, even if her eyes still showed a hint of alarm. He saw her draw in another calming breath. She must have realized that she could break the electronic tendrils with her powerful, cybernetic legs, should she choose. It would damage their fur and the false skin that hid the internal workings, but she could free herself at need. This was play bondage, nothing threatening. Dee met his eyes impishly. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble, Kav, just so I'd spread my legs again. You know I like sex with you," she murmured, teasing him. Kavi was gratified by the huskiness in her voice. With a great effort, he refrained from stepping forward to brush his fingers over her sensitive nipples, her soft, exposed fur, her lusciously darkening clitoris. "I know," he said, his tone low and soft, and just a bit tender. He pushed another button on his remote. Ten much smaller, slimmer, equally flexible appendages emerged from various casings on the two arms. These were the much more carefully-crafted part of Kavi's present. The large bondage tentacles weren't really his invention at all. He'd barely repurposed them from Dr. Astamah's weird design, but these, they were genius. Each tiny tendril was wired to interact with Dee's shoulder casing, and to give her all the sensory input of her usual artificial fingers. Those same nerve-hookups were programmed to receive and subvert the impulses Dee's brain sent to said "fingers". Combined with significantly altered AI software, originally programmed for delicate internal surgeries, these finger-tendrils would gently explore Dee's body, her fur, her lips, the sensitive skin inside her ears, reaching out in all directions at once. To Dee, it would feel as if she touched herself with her own fingers. She would feel her softness and warmth, her slick wetness between her legs, all as if her hands could splay out over her whole body, touching each part of her at once. More importantly, the tendrils' AI, designed to interpret neural impulses and avoid pain at all costs, hijacked the commands Dee gave her "arms" to instead?described broadly and incorrectly?"read her mind". It would tell each finger to do, not what Dee commanded, but whatever would give her the most pleasure and the least pain. The tendrils would explore her body, touching and stimulating for maximum sensual bliss, moving on if any sensation became unpleasant, only to start up again elsewhere. And Dee?though it would feel to her brain as if she herself was acting, caressing, stroking her own body?was helpless to do anything but enjoy. Panting now with lust, Kavi watched the tendrils go to work on the pretty rat's body, watched her eyes widen as she realized how they functioned, and how intense her pleasure was about to get. She gave a small whimper. A tendril found one nipple. Another found her lip, a third that sweet spot just below her jawline. She closed her eyes and began to writhe. Kavi allowed himself a tentative shiver of triumph, as he observed her lithe, lovely, undulating form, bound to his bed by her own robotic limbs, covered in tiny cords of bliss, gliding over her, making her twist and buck with every subtle movement. Three of them clustered now around her pretty cunt, two on the delicate, dripping labia, and one working busily at her clit. Kavi thought he'd never seen anything more beautiful in his life. Then Dee screamed and arched in orgasm, and that was more beautiful still. As she collapsed, panting hard, against Kavi's bed, the tendrils gently retreated to less sensitive areas, though without for a moment letting up their caresses. The mongoose found the courage, then, to speak. "Do you like them?" he asked. He tried to sound cool and casual, but his voice came out uncharacteristically timorous. He'd worked hard on these. He thirsted for their recipient's approval. With an equally uncharacteristic lack of verbal acuity, Dee said only, "Uh-huh." Then she whimpered again as one of her computer-controlled "fingers" slipped inside her vaginal opening. These tendrils would bring her helplessly to orgasm, again and again, until Kavi turned them off. Overcome with wonder at her beauty, and at his own barely-contained lust, Kavi fell into a nearby chair, and settled in to watch his lover writhe toward another helpless climax. "You're . . ." Dee gasped out between moans and squeaks of pleasure, "still dressed." She sounded accusatory. Kavi swallowed hopefully. "If you're going to watch, ah!" She paused to arch and twist as a tendril discovered her clitoris again. It took her some time to find the breath to finish. "You could at least have the decency to masturbate." Kavi laughed. He hoped that meant she liked seeing him naked. He did make effort to stay fit, despite his sedentary work life. The slim mongoose slipped out of his jeans and sandals, and peeled off his black pi t-shirt. His brown fur felt unusually soft under fingers grown sensitive with arousal. He found himself hesitant to even touch his tautly erect cock. So much sensation! But Dee had said . . . He slid his hand toward the fur of his sheath. Dee stopped him. "Nevermind," she managed between gasps. "Come fuck me." Kavi's eyes widened. He hadn't expected to have her while she still wore his devices. Since they weren't hooked to his nerve endings, they would read him as an obstacle, like the bed beneath her, but that shouldn't be a problem. He felt a feral grin slide over his lips as he rose to position himself on the bed, between her spread and quivering legs. "As you command," he teased. If she heard him, however, she was too busy arching in pleasure to respond. Kavi surveyed the delicious scene before him?the lithe, slim rat girl, writhing so gracefully in ecstasy, her own arms transformed to the same robotic tentacles that held her bound and tormented her with bliss. The mongoose moved a few delicate tendrils out of his way, so he wouldn't crush them in pressing against her. Beyond that, since recent medical advances allowed his and Dee's electronically-shared blood-test results to serve as all the protection they needed, Kavi wasted not another moment. He plunged himself to the hilt in the hot, wet, heaven that was Dee's ready cunt. So much sensation, indeed! Thrust after glorious thrust, Kavi was lost to rational thought. There was only pleasure, and Dee, and the knowledge that she moaned and bucked beneath him from the work of his own hands. Some might question the time and resources he'd put into creating these toys, but he couldn't agree with so utilitarian an assessment. From where he knelt, sunk into his lover's depths, panting her name, the scene looked very much like great art. A tendril wriggled its way between him and Dee, fastening itself once more to her clitoris. Kavi could feel it working as he thrust, could watch her body respond to its insistent caress, and that was enough to push him over the edge. Pleasure exploded through him, electric release shooting into the depths of her perfect, white-furred body. She screamed again, as he came, another orgasm of her own, another triumph for Kavi's device. As the tendrils retreated, avoiding overstimulation, Kavi collapsed against her, and they lay together, spent and satisfied. "Had enough?" Kavi asked. To his own surprise, he was sure he wouldn't take long to be ready for another go, but she'd had more stimulation than he. To his greater surprise, he felt a hesitant tendril run itself away from Dee's body, over the fur of his own upper thigh. "Are you kidding?" the pretty white rat panted, mischief shining from those glorious blue eyes, "I'm just learning how to use these things." Kavi gasped as the tendril found its way to his furred testicles, teasing and caressing with gentle skill. "You . . ." he swallowed, shivering with pleasure, "You shouldn't be able to do that," he managed. She closed her eyes, beginning to writhe again as the other nine tendrils continued their work on her sensitive flesh. "The brain is complicated, Kavi," she murmured, "and I've been a cyborg for a while now. Just wait 'til I can control all ten." Kavi's cock twitched then, already starting to harden once more. He shivered, ran a wondering hand over Dee's soft waist. "I can't wait," he said.
The End