The next day I decide to take an easy day off, since I'd worked so hard the night before. I mean, even aside from breeding a couple of burglars, climbing up and down the side of a skyscraper is tiring even for me! Also, special note for Future Tammy: forcing out a couple of extra eggs leaves you really sore the next morning, apparently!
I mean, still totally worth it. But ow! I had to settle for eating Marcy out in the morning because my poor ovi was feeling more than a little tender. She could've probably healed that up, but I kinda like it. It's a good sore, you know?
Afterwards I find myself lying back on the couch, head in her lap, and telling her about the night before. "So yeah, I think I left Lara a little overstuffed...or was it Lisa? Fuck, I'm forgetting already. They musta turned evil because their parents were boring and bad at names."
Marcy giggles as she runs a hand through my hair. "Hehe - but really, tell me more about that part of it when I'm a little more pent up, okay? Right now I want to hear about that invitation you got! What do you think it's for?"
"Town like this? I figure two main odds." I count off on my fingers. "One, exotic tech. Stuff made by the super-brains, alien tech, maybe magic relics if those are real."
Marcy frowns. "You don't think magic is real?"
"I mean..." I frown in return as I remember my lessons on supernatural abilities across the galaxy, as known to the Darkhive. "Supposedly we've found stuff out there that's not entirely explained, but superpowers like you humans have break the laws of physics all the time. Even if every report about some 'divine cult' or 'magic sword' was real and not just, like, a good marketing strategy, it wouldn't add up to a fraction of the magic you humans claim to have found."
"Well, I don't think we've claimed that much." Marcy furrows her brow. "I think it's only like, one in thirty superhumans claim to be magic? But some of them are pretty convincing..." She shakes her head. "What's your other guess about the auction, though?"
"Superhuman trafficking, obviously. I mean, it could be both. Maybe weapons, maybe stolen art, shit like that. But my guess is that if Baitmaster's operation has been working in town for a while, they might be looking to offload some of their prizes locally instead of needing to ship them all elsewhere. Probably their low-quality items."
Marcy snickers. "What, like people who can glow in the dark? Would rich people really want to go through all the trouble of owning a...a slave like that? In a town like this?"
I grin as my imagination starts to spin up. "Oh, I dunno, I could think of some uses I could get out of a girl who glows in the dark..."
My headrest slaps my shoulder. "Tammy! Though, ah...does that mean you...want to go to it?"
I have to sigh as I consider the question once again. "Well, it's not like I can just walk in the front door. I might not be that famous, but anyone who joins Liberty Stars is a public figure, and security at a place like this would have to be able to notice my tail and recognize who I am. We could raid the place, if it's selling the type of stuff I think it is, but...I dunno. We'd probably need backup."
"You're worried about Baitmaster?"
I shake my head. "I doubt he'd be there himself, no reason to expose himself. But captive superhumans are probably gonna rate at least one or two superhuman guards, not to mention providing general security. Besides, if I make it a big deal that helps my rep. I mean, officially I haven't caught a single supervillain yet...if anyone asks, I can just say I got an anonymous tip on the street about the auction. People respect the anonymous tip."
Marcy nods. "I've heard a lot of big things have come just from tips. Either way, you've got my support."
She smiles at me, and I slip her hand in mine and smile back. Then that smile fades, because I start thinking about breeding her and my ovi twitches and ow! I'm distracted from my pain pretty quickly though as I hear a beep indicating I'm getting an incoming call from my earpiece, currently sitting in my room.
As I get up to find it, Marcy tilts her head. "Who'd be sending an incoming comms call in the middle of the day like this?"
I find myself practically skipping as the answer occurs to me. "Only one person I can think of - sit tight, I'll be right back!"
It only takes me a moment to scoop up my earpiece and slide it on, and a moment later I'm crashing back on the couch next to Marcy. "You've reached Stings and Things, we'll put our stinger in your thinger!"
"That is not a recommended course of action, Tamara." Jef's exasperated tone comes through the line pretty clearly. "The risks of damage to reproductive organs is far too high!"
"Fffffine, spoilsport, I'll stick to the officially recommended appendages, then. If you insist." I glance at Marcy and notice she's looking a little bemused. "Ah, Marcy's listening in, is that cool?"
"Actually, we're calling today to discuss her primarily. Good work with those two captures last night, by the way, well done, but mostly your mother wanted to discuss our testing results. If you're willing to have her take part in the conversation, I could loop in her earpiece on the party line."
"Oh, sweet!" I sit up straighter and turn to Marcy. "Grab your earpiece, the results are back!"
Her eyes grow wide and she practically rockets into her bedroom, coming back half a minute later with her earpiece on. "Hello? Can you hear me?"
"Give it a sec! Jef, she's hooked up now, she's cool to join."
"Ah, Miss Marcy, it's a pleasure to meet you, so to speak."
It's kind of cute when she stammers out a response back. "Ah, well, ah, it's nice to meet you too. I don't think I got your name?"
"Please, call me Jef. And...one moment. Here we go, allow me to introduce Kalissa Hinsliss. Kalissa, Tamara and Marcy are on the line."
Honestly I kind of forgot Mom had a last name, it's not something I've ever really used. Seeing Marcy getting a deer-in-the-headlights look, though, I step in to try and make things more casual. "Hey Mom! Good to hear from you!"
"Likewise - and it's very interesting to speak to you as well, Marcy. You and my daughter have been having some quite extensive and thorough intercourse!"
For a second there I think Marcy might be about to pass out! She manages to get out a response, though. "Oh, ah, well, we've been having sex once or twice...a day...yeah, haha, I guess..."
I hear Mom chuckle. "Oh, it wasn't a question, that was one of your test results. I suppose it was a little obvious though. I suppose you're more interested in the, ah, physical and behavioral changes?"
I sit up a little straighter at the sound of that. "What, what? Physical changes? Am I...doing something to Marcy?"
"Only good things, dear! Or so we believe, in any case." Marcy still seems a little frozen, and I'm not sure if I'm that relieved yet. "We'll start with the physical changes, as the rest proceed from that."
I gulp. "Am...am I turning Marcy into a Darkhive? By screwing her?"
Mom starts laughing hard enough that Jef has to answer. "Thankfully not! Anything Marcy's body is doing, it's doing to itself. To be more specific, we believe that Marcy enjoyed the feeling of being exposed to Embrace so greatly, that either automatically or subconsciously her body began to produce its own artificial version of Embrace and has kept her dosed on it ever since her initial exposure. The differences between the two formulae are really quite something however, and we'll be testing Marcy-Embrace for some time yet, I believe."
Mom interjects. "Oh, but for the same reason, we would recommend that Marcy avoid experimenting with any addictive drugs. It's possible her body might do the same with those as well."
Marcy blinks. "So...no trying meth or cocaine. Okay. Good tip, thank you..."
"No problem at all! So, as for the behavioral changes - as Jef noted, what Marcy is experiencing is not the same as Embrace generated by Tamara. It's interesting that your body was able to come so close, but you really don't have the correct organs for it. Anyhow, as with normal Embrace it's given you the urge to participate in breeding and breeder collection. However, as it's now integrated into your own biology, it has not affected your higher thinking and impulse control the way it does with a normal human subject. In fact, if you're not already immune to that aspect of Tamara's version you likely will be soon."
I watch as her brow furrows in thought, or maybe confusion. "So you're saying eventually I'm going to want to start, ah...breeding people?"
Mom laughs again. "Oh, well you certainly don't have the organs for that, and we don't believe your regeneration powers are capable of that level of reconfiguration. This is just a bit of armchair analysis you understand, dear, but I believe that this has instead expressed itself as a desire to assist Tamara as she breeds others."
I think Marcy's about to say something to that, but Jef steps in with a clarification first. "Although as we noted, your higher-level thinking does remain your own. The effect here would be on the level of, say, wishing to enjoy a tasty baked good - something that I'm told organics often think about, but rarely becomes your driving motivator."
I pop in with a question of my own. "So like, what's the long-term outlook here? Is she going to keep changing?"
Mom answers. "Not much more, as far as Embrace is concerned. I am very curious to see what may happen if you breed her, however!"
Okay, this time Marcy does actually pass out! I mute the comms and lean over her to look into her eyes. "Hey, Marcy, you okay? You in there?" I tweak a nipple through her pajama shirt and she stirs back into the land of the living.
"Ah! Tammy?" She blinks for a moment before her eyes find mine. "Are...are you going to breed me?"
...Shit, I'm still not sure how to answer that! "...Maybe? Eventually? If you want to, and things work out..." I trail off and, not knowing what to say, unmute the comms again.
"Hey, sorry, Marcy was just having uh, a little moment here."
"Oh, I see." I can hear the worry in Mom's voice. "Well, I should say that a process to reverse these changes may be possible, although it will take time to - "
"I want Tammy to breed me!" I'm honestly not sure who's more shocked by Marcy's words - me, Mom, or Marcy herself! Mom recovers pretty damn fast, though.
"Delightful! Of course, this is still a rather fraught time for Tamara's cover identity, as I'm sure she's informed you. When the time is right however, I'd love to help assist in your breeding in any way I can."
Marcy's mouth kind of opens and closes a few times before she figures out what to say next. "...I'm...I'm looking forward to it? Is there, ah...anything more?"
"No, although we will be continuing to study things for a while longer. Do keep us updated if you notice any further changes, of course! We may ask for more samples at regular intervals."
I nod, trying not to get distracted by how Marcy's looking at me. "Will do! Uh, thanks for the update, we'll keep in touch. Thanks, mom!"
"Of course, dear. Toodles!"
As the line closes, Marcy gives me a look - and then pounces on me, pinning me to the couch! She's leaning forward enough that her boobs are pressing down against my chest...but it's the look in her eyes that really grabs my attention.
"Fuck me, Tammy. Now."
I lick my lips, and I feel my ovi start to stir...
Ow.
...Ow ow ow ow...