Rylia smiled happily as she watched Momo stare out the space station window, gazing down at the planet below. She’d witnessed a similar, shocked-silent in the best way, reaction from the younger woman on the way up from the surface. She hadn’t deliberately kept Momo away from exploring her new universe, but she admittedly had dropped her a bit in the deep end…and there had also been some minor concerns about her identity. Not that she would be outed on technical details, but because her identity-as-created should be intimately familiar with space travel. Reacting this way to it was a first-timer thing for most species that had reached the level of even current humanity, let alone the Asari.
Of course, that was also how she’d pitched this little mini-vacation from the serious stuff to Momo. As much as she hadn’t deliberately kept Momo from it, the Hero at the heart of her new companion had dived into ‘saving the galaxy’ with a will that hadn’t really stopped to breathe. Part of that, Rylia suspected, was also burying the fact that she was cut off from home for at least the next five years. Diving headfirst into the familiar task of self-sacrificing heroism was likely, partially, a coping mechanism. Though one with a genuine, powerful, desire to help people fueling it.
Rylia hadn’t stopped her.
They were on a schedule, after all, and in the early days as they were, everything they did would compound. Getting their shit together when that compounding factor would have the longest to build up might be the difference between victory and total annihilation. Knowing that, Rylia had just focused on making sure that Momo wasn’t pushing to burnout, rather than trying to rein her in overall. She leveraged everything from outrageous flirting to earn adorable blushes, to slowly introducing Momo to practical experiences she should be familiar with from her ‘known’ background. Couching stuff like visiting high-quality dining or spending time blowing off steam with a shopping spree, as ‘building up her background knowledge to fit in,’ had proven an easy way to get Momo to agree to relaxing a bit.
It was also how she’d managed to pull her away from working on anything entirely for a day or two of genuine time off.
It had been just over a month and a half since Momo had arrived and thrown herself into helping, and she’d done an amazing job of revamping and improving everything related to Erotic Delights. So much so that Rylia herself had been able to dramatically reduce the amount of time she needed to put into managing things. Which had, in turn, allowed her to get a team together for the initial push into medical fields…and to much more quietly build their first factory that was turning out the Lasgun based ‘blasters.’
She’d also continued to do the fun parts of the Erotic Delights job, of course. Things like signing on new models, testing new toys, and continuing to casually promote their products on her Stream! Even if she wasn’t streaming quite as often any longer, her numbers had grown! Nearly quintupled in fact! Something that was, admittedly, due to a lot more Asari suddenly knowing about her from her sex toy products...
Even if she knew logically that it was a drop in the bucket of the total galactic population, having over 250 million followers of her Stream was kinda a heady feeling. It was also something which, if she was careful to continue cultivating it and slowly changing its focus just a touch, would eventually prove amazingly useful. Despite a not-insignificant number of her followers obviously being there for her tits, it had to be restated for clarity that her stream actually hadn’t originally, and still wasn’t even now, a porn stream.
No, what it had been and still was, despite her co-opting of it for selling sex toys, was a geek-centered channel. She’d spent a fair bit of her streaming time gaming, for example, or talking about tech. Despite being in her wild years, original Rylia hadn’t gotten top marks and graduated Uni fairly young for an Asari because she was uninterested in the engineering she was studying. Even if she hadn’t wanted to get stuck in a lab, following some dusty old Matriarch’s plans, she’d genuinely enjoyed tinkering and geeking out over engineering. Humans had been an amazing target for her in part because, frankly, they were still learning about a lot of the tech Rylia loved and understood.
If you were a human geek, who was fascinated by all the new engineering and technology the aliens were bringing to your world, who would you rather learn about it from? Some stogy Turian, a Salarian who you had to slow the video speed down to even understand, or a drop-dead sexy Asari who had legitimate credentials, knew how to talk the talk, and had a casual disregard for little things like nudity taboos?
Yeah. Thought so.
Honestly, with Hazel now merged into Rylia, she was in a position to realize that the only reason Rylia hadn’t had even more followers was because humans had a mental disconnect between ‘sexy’ and ‘seriously competent.’ For humans, ‘sex sells’ conflicted a bit with ‘hey, this person actually knows their shit.’ Had Rylia focused on one or the other, she might well have done even better, though she’d made a pretty successful niche out of the combination. With only a little effort and some channel splitting of her content, she would eventually have a pretty nice platform to spread critical data to the masses with.
Which was a mental side trail she wrenched herself back from with a little effort.
Now wasn’t serious time, now was Momo time! She’d arranged this ‘clandestine’ trip, one where it would be just the two of them, on the excuse of familiarizing Momo with awesome stuff such as views from space! Now, after letting her companion soak in the view a little while longer, it would be time for a Zero-G playroom (the fun, but not extra fun sort, sadly), then off to the low-gravity spa! The latter of which would let her take shameless advantage of Momo’s Asari-like lack of body modesty!
No, that wasn’t the whole reason for her bringing Momo up here. Get your mind out of the gutter, anyone listening in on her thoughts! I mean, just look at how much Momo was enjoying the view. Clearly, raising the Momo happiness quotient was the primary agenda! That way lay the possibility of mutual headpats in the future!
… … …
“Ugh!”
The breath was forced out of Rylia’s lungs, again, as she was thrown a couple of meters and landed on her back again. Gasping to get her breath back, from both it being forced out by the impact and the fact that Asari stamina was not as good as a human’s, she lay there trying to remember why she was putting herself through this again.
“Better, I can at least tell you’ve had training at some point now, and your basic stats are exactly as good as I’d expect from a former high-level athlete, at least everywhere but stamina. You’d still be in trouble if anything more serious than a common thug jumped you, though.”
Right. That was why. Rylia might not have any intention of ever trying to pull a Shepard and take a Reaper out from the ground. Preferably, she’d never even have to punch a husk in the face! Nope. She fully intended to leave the husk-punching and Reaper-blasting to others, thank you very much!
Unfortunately, that didn’t mean she was any less of a target.
Right now, she was only a minor target, the same variety that any rich genius might be. There was only a very minor chance that some Matriarch or other would try to black-bag her and make her work for them. Rylia was, thankfully, just a bit too much of a known public figure for that to be an attractive option. Particularly so now that Momo was carefully letting specific, well-connected and politically neutral, Matriarchs invest in their efforts. Some in Erotic Delights, others in the promising medical startup looking into ways to use the nerve healing and manipulation tech. Each of those investors was also a shield against anyone else deciding to try and force-recruit Rylia.
The bigger Rylia’s efforts got, though, and the more military-adjacent they became, the bigger the target on her gloriously bouncy buttocks would be! By the time she pulled the whole ‘Empress of the Terminus’ thing, either directly or through proxies, she’d have a big target on her. Likely up to and including a number of nasty bounties and, in the worst possible case, possibly Spectre attention.
She fully intended to surround herself with oodles and oodles of security, a lot of it things like Kix, her KX-4 droid bodyguard, which wouldn’t be at all familiar to locals. Kix was far, far more capable than any mech in the Mass Effect universe, and would already be a nasty shock to anyone trying to grab her. Given she was fully intending to upgrade him with some HK and IG series assassination programming as well? That would only get more true with time.
Yet, even if she surrounded herself with droids, turrets, and possibly a loyal superhero or two beyond just Momo, the fact remained that there was always a chance Rylia herself would come under direct attack. As such, having at least solid fundamentals, such as knowing how to shoot, when to get under cover, and how to use her biotics to buy herself time and space for rescue?
All of those were potentially critical life skills.
“I think that’s enough for hand-to-hand today. Once you recover, we’ll spend a bit of time on the range, then call it good.”
Rylia let out a huge sigh of relief with what air she’d managed to get back. Even after taking up her role with her family business, Momo had only been semi-retired as a Pro Heroine. She’d never patrolled, but she had stayed in training and had been occasionally called on to help with specific missions. Meaning that, despite Rylia’s initial hopes that this would be a bit more even with the advantage of her Biotics, it hadn’t even taken Momo a single session to begin tossing Rylia round like a ragdoll.
Heck, despite Japan having a thing against guns, Momo was even better than her there! Which was just unfair! Apparently, her Quirk making guns such an obvious and easy solution to many problems meant that Momo had been trained thoroughly with them, even if she’d only rarely used them against villains. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
Oh well, at least Momo’s badassery was another layer of protection between Rylia and the need to punch a husk in the face. She’d take that as a positive, even if the bruises on her posterior after their twice-a-week lessons were painful. Thank goodness for Asari fast-healing rates. If she was going to have trouble sitting down, she’d prefer it be because she got the bruises from a very different and much more fun sort of recreational activity…
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-Lemon Starts Here-
Rylia was doing her absolute best to at least pretend to be professional as she ogled a naked Momo and prepared to execute a series of very fun tests. The way Momo had reacted to the constant bombardment of advertising for the Erotic Delights product lines, which Rylia had made sure the other girl had gotten regular exposure to, had been…telling. The young woman had very obviously been interested, both in the toys themselves and in the women/Asari using them.
There had been plenty of completely legitimate reasons to cheerfully share the latest advertising with Momo before it went live, given how involved Momo now was with running the company. The fact that a good two thirds of that advertising was suggestive in the extreme, with a full third of it including images or video of the toys actively in use, was merely a fun side effect that allowed Rylia to gauge Momo’s interest. Such advertising wasn’t even something Rylia had needed to push for. After all, the bulk of their ad targeting was aimed at Asari right now, who had absolutely nothing against sex in advertising.
The effects on Momo had been cumulative, and while she’d blushed quite a bit at the suggestion she give the human version of the toys a try ‘so she’d better understand the products,’ she also hadn’t turned down a full set. Technically, Rylia didn’t know if Momo had used them, since she wasn’t about to violate Momo’s privacy on the level needed to find out. She’d have been deeply shocked to discover she hadn’t, though, given her obvious interest. Also, of course, was the fact that she’d agreed to today’s experiments.
Which, as it happened, were aimed at testing their newer Neruostimulator toy line on human anatomy.
The new line of toys had, of course, already been tested on Asari anatomy and were being sold in limited numbers. Equally of course, pretty much every other species in existence, possibly even across multiple universes, would state without reservation that Asari nervous systems are bullshit. Even Rylia, with the outside perspective of Hazel to view things from, was forced to agree with that sentiment. Seriously, your nervous system enabling what amounts to touch-based telepathy and gene sequencing, regardless of the species you were doing it with?
Totally OP, please no nerf.
Of course, the fact that Asari nervous systems were stupidly high bandwidth and very much broke most of the usual rules over its metaphorical knee with a dismissive sneer? That made ‘well, it works for Asari’ an extremely poor proof of concept for the tech working safely for anyone else. Add in the fact that humans weren’t exactly common out in Asari space, to the point that strip clubs had specifically hired Rylia with a mind to drawing her human fans to them as an attraction of their club? Well, that had given Rylia all the ammunition she’d needed to pitch today’s testing to Momo.
Objectively, Momo had to know that it wouldn’t have been that hard for Rylia to bring some humans in for testing. Not even with Nevos being out on the frontier. After all it was, in part, a tourist world. Hardly a tragic place for a few ‘adventurous’ humans to be willing to take a paid vacation to. Less objectively, Rylia suspected her threadbare reasoning had given Momo an excuse she could use, even if just to herself, for going along with being the first ‘Human product tester’ for the Neruostimulator product line. The fact that Rylia had arranged for it to be only herself and Momo involved in the testing, and she knew she was steadily gaining ground on Momo’s interest with her open flirting, had likely helped sell the idea.
“Right. As we discussed, the first set of tests will use the cradle for precision. We can move on to the actual toys and self-guided use of them after we’ve made sure we’re getting the results we want out of nerve activation. Starting by randomly sending nerve impulses that might generate pain instead of pleasure to your most sensitive bits isn’t something either of us wants.”
Momo winced at that idea. It wasn’t likely to happen, given that the original tech Rylia had copied the neurostimulator design from had been designed by humans and regularly used on humans. Since Rylia had needed to make significant changes to the technology to get it working with the much lower Mass Effect tech base levels, though, it was still possible. Which was the whole point in these tests.
“Everything is ready, go ahead and hop in the cradle.”
Momo, only having been very lightly blushing up until this point, went quite a bit redder as she took a short step up and slid into the cradle sideways. The ‘cradle’ wasn’t part of their sex toy line, instead being something entirely intended for testing and calibration rather than sale. Its base consisted of a bed inclined at a 30-degree angle, with a C-shaped apparatus interrupting the flat plane of the bed. Momo swung one leg over the opening in the C and let gravity pull her down so that her most intimate bits were pressed against the apparatus. Said apparatus was, of course, basically one large bank of neurostimulators, which would allow that entire sensitive region to be tested.
Of course, that wasn’t the only part of Momo to be tested. After Momo placed her feet into cups that had been adjusted for her height, flushing a bit more as straps auto-secured her ankles and knees so she didn’t move too much during testing, Rylia engaged the upper portion of the cradle. With a tiny hiss, a torso-shaped bed of additional neruostimulators dropped down from above.
The upper portion had already been calibrated with a scan of Momo they’d taken a few minutes before, so it fit seamlessly onto her body from just above the C she was resting on, to just below her neck. In order to limit possible claustrophobia, it didn’t seal to the lower bed, nor did it include Momo’s arms. Her arms being free and a bright red stop button in easy reach kept this out of the realm of quite being a bondage device, but it certainly looked like it could be the start of one.
Mentally making a note of that for a personal-use bit of equipment rather than a product line, Rylia otherwise attempted to stay professional.
“Alright, Momo. Everything is coming up green. So I’m going to start on less sensitive areas, as planned. Engaging Test 1…now.”
Momo jerked just a little bit as she felt a neruostimulator come online, but this one was aimed at a random spot between her belly button and breasts. Not a particularly sensitive area for most people, and the output was set quite low.
“How does that feel? Any pain? Tingling?”
Momo shook her head, then remembered she needed to verbalize things for the recorders.
“No. It feels a bit like the aftermath of a massage, if I had to put a description to it. Though that’s not quite right.”
Rylia nodded. That was a close enough match to what was expected. While Asari bodies were, once again, bullshit, and could get a measure of pleasure from nerve simulation nearly anywhere, for humans most nerves would only deliver a ‘pleasant’ sensation. Regular random nerve endings were mostly designed for pressure and temperature sensing. Absent other context, what Momo was reporting was about the best you could expect.
“Good. Moving to something more sensitive with Test 2…now.”
Momo gasped a little this time, causing Rylia to blink and double check what she’d selected. It was just a random spot on Momo’s left breast? Not anywhere near a nipple.
Huh. Momo must just flat out have sensitive breasts. Which only increased Rylia’s deep and unending desire to get her hands on them! Still, professionalism! Well, fake professionalism, anyway!
“Good to know. No adverse effects? Even if I do this?”
Momo ‘meeped’ as Rylia increased the intensity, but shook her head, verbally confirming a moment later. Rylia grinned but let her off the hook for the moment. There was plenty more to come, after all.
“Good. So far the mapping is as accurate to expectations. The next set will test various forms of sensitivity! Test 3, Part 1, start!”
Momo moaned this time, unable to help herself as Rylia skipped a few steps and activated basically all the nerve endings in both nipples at once. She started at a low level, watching the map of Momo’s brain activity and prompting her for a response. She got a rather squeaky, breathless answer a moment later.
“Good! Very good! Oh…fuck…”
Rylia grinned at hearing Momo curse for the very first time, ever. Time to push things a little more. Not bothering to announce the test changing, she keyed a command that caused Momo’s nipples to register temperature…
“C-COLD!”
Grinning at the shocked-but-pleasure-laden shout, Rylia grinned and reversed the temp. This time, Momo was only able to moan as the sensation of heat in both of her nipples replaced the cold. Time to abandon pretense at this point. The recorders monitoring Momo’s nervous system with scanners were the actual important feedback and would throw up alarms if anything went wrong. So Rylia leaned into the fun and selected another setting. Momo gasped, then squirmed, as what should be the sensation of feathers swirling around her breasts as a whole, then flicking across her nipples, replaced the temperature tests.
Humming and letting that go on for a few moments, Rylia discretely tapped at her omnitool instead of the controls for the cradle, suppressing her own moan a moment later as the Pleasure Squid she’d inserted in her azure hours earlier activated. No way was she going to listen to those incredible moans without discretely getting off herself! Her own slow build toward climax set in motion with a pre-programmed set of commands, she switched her focus back to Momo’s ‘testing.’
Strictly speaking, if this was more than just a basic function test, she should go over every sensation over all the major nerve groups. But that wouldn’t be nearly as fun and Rylia could eventually get other humans for the comprehensive testing. For now, she just wanted to play with Momo under the threadbare excuse of legitimate testing!
With that in mind, she switched off the feathers swirling around her tits but left a low grade ‘pleasure’ stimulation going. One that would feel, to Momo, like ghost fingers caressing her breasts and flicking her nipples. At the same time, she sent the ‘feather’ program tracing lines and swirls down Momo’s belly instead, noting with a grin which places made her moan and which made her giggle.
Both of those would be useful information in the future! She was sure of it!
Eventually, the feather program she’d set to trace downward reached something quite a bit more sensitive, and Momo’s hips tried to buck as a ‘ghost feather’ darted across her mons. Of course, bucking wouldn’t do a damn thing, as there wasn’t any real pressure to press against. Grinning, Rylia deactivated the ‘feathers’ and ‘activated’ all the nerves endings in Momo’s outer and inner lips. There weren’t nearly as many there as in the clitoris, of course. But there was more than enough to make Momo cry out in bliss as they all triggered at once.
Of course, such a brute force approach wasn’t really the best way, and Rylia quickly switched to a cascade. The new pattern would feel something like invisible fingers impossibly tracing every curve and dip of both sets of lips simultaneously. It, at least for Rylia doing the Asari version of this testing, had lacked something compared to real touch…but had still been very potent. All the more so for being unique in the combinations it could achieve.
Wanting to tease Momo more, Rylia kept an eye on what she privately labeled the ‘Orgasm Meter.’ An ongoing, continuous scan of the region of Momo’s brain that controlled when Momo would tip over the edge and actually cum. Instead of letting her do that, Rylia spent several minutes switching between heat, cold, ‘direct’ stimulation, and more feathers, pushing at the edge of that release without letting Momo quite tip over. It was a delicate art and she could easily have misread it at any moment…but she managed to hold Momo at the cusp of orgasm for a good five minutes before admitting she was courting a failure.
Instead of pushing and letting a random thing trigger that last little distance, Rylia went for the kill, activating all the nerve endings in Momo’s clit in a single, brief pulse. The effect was spectacular, Momo’s back arching, managing to push the upper cradle slightly out of position despite its weight, as she howled her release. To Rylia’s delight, the cradle reported her ‘victim’ actually squirting a bit! My, my, how promising! Now, how long for her to…
Oh, how fun. The scans showed she wasn’t experiencing overstimulation yet! It might be unique to this type of manipulation, but at least in the cradle Momo appeared to be fully multi-orgasmic! Asari all were such, of course. See previous statements about busted, overpowered nervous systems! But it was quite a bit more unusual in humans without some tweaking. Of course, it might be the nature of this type of stimulation at work, something she could hopefully test later!
For now, though…
Rylia grinned and cheerfully announced the next stage of testing.
“Alright, Momo! You’re doing awesome! But we still need to test the internal nerve endings for safety! Deploying additional test devices!”
Momo was much too busy trying to mentally recover from her climax to protest as the cradle shifted, with two self-lubricating dildos pressing into sensitive places. Renewed moans from Momo got a huge smile from Rylia. After all, she hadn’t even turned them on yet! Humming as the Pleasure Squid inside her kicked things up a notch, she decided to try and time Momo’s next release to synchronize with her own climax…
-Lemon Ends Here-... ... ... ... ... ... ... ...
A/N 1: Getting to know Momo segues into...getting to 'know' Momo. Only still at one remove ;-).
A/N 2: Right, that's the initial public release done! For those of you unfamiliar with my work, Note that Stripper With a System is currently a secondary story. That means it may be months at a time between updates, if it's unlucky in the polling. Currently, of my works, only Can One Displaced Hero Save the Galaxy? and One Piece: Halfway Broken, are guaranteed monthly updates.