Pleasure Cruise update

1,000+ words brings us back to Carina and Neome's plotline. More character stuff with no new transformations, but trying to live in the space with details of how someone's six breasts would interact with things. ~dS

“Two shots of espresso, please,” Neome specified at the last moment, bouncing up on her toes to make sure the automaton heard her. All six breasts bounced upon each other as she saw the machine’s screen update the order. Neome cooed as she settled back down, her half-dozen boobs flumping against each other. She ran a finger along the tie of her rainbow sarong, as close as she would allow her hands to get to her still-hot pussy.

Across the Observation Deck coffee lounge Carina had already placed her steaming cup atop a woman-shaped table. Carina muttered to herself, the weight of her frustration causing her to sink into a chair. Her blue rubber clit-cock popped out from between her splayed legs and…Carina didn’t care.

The tired, horny woman wanted to think that her discarded concern of shame was some sort of deep growth or mental breakthrough, but honestly it stemmed from what was the cause of change in most people - exhaustion. She was too tired to care anymore if some plastic dick that was attached to her through means beyond her control was on display. It wasn’t her, really. Plenty of people on the Mestra were proudly displaying stranger changes they hadn’t walked onto the ship with - changes they embraced. Why did Carina care if she let some random dick rest openly on her legs?

“Letting it all hang out, eh?” Neome laughed as she walked over, six boobs swaying in rhythm with her steps. She popped her cup down on the stone butt and carefully lowered herself into the chair next to Carina, Neome’s bottom four breasts mashing into each other because of how low the chairs were. She crossed her legs to try and create a bit of a controlling cradle for them.

Carina intended to answer, but the air just passed through her throat as a long sigh.

“I think you need to accept that maybe what you and Tiara had was more convenient than it was concrete,” Neome prodded, taking a few attempts to bend past the smushing resistance of her boobs to grab her coffee.

“Yeah, but I can’t quit on her just because that might be true…” Carina finally muttered, grabbing her own coffee and taking a swig, “We did what we had to do in an unfair and cruel society.”

“Yeah, but that’s not this society, not right now,” Neome pressed, “I just got this coffee for free. You got that coffee, for free. Yeah, it sucks you have that dick and the compulsion, but you two snuck onto this ship. And instead of throwing you off the captain gave you a job - and what that really is is a choice. You ever think that maybe the real test is to see if, given new circumstances, you’d change for the better - or stay the same?”

“You’re implying the captain that changed our clits into rubber shlongs was actually pulling a Trading Places on us?” Carina raised an eyebrow as she took another sip of her free coffee.

“Look, I’m not saying I agree with the way it’s been done, all I’m saying is if you’ve spent all this time making friends, giving people pleasure, and trying to do the right thing, and Tiara has spent that same time doing the opposite, maybe it’s not circumstances - maybe it’s her.”

Carina sat silently for a moment.

“Or maybe she just needs more help than I do.”

Neome raised her brows and tilted her head, a little movement meant only to indicate that she understood that for now conversation over the topic was over. They each quietly drank their caffeine for a few more moments. Finally, to assure Neome she had no qualms over the issue that had been pressed, Carina spoke up.

“So, uh, this table…”

“She must have been into some real bondage stuff,” Neome giggled into her cup, taking a closer look at the immobile form resting beside them. The formerly fleshy woman was on her hands and knees, with her head raised up. Her mouth was held open, her lips puckered into an O large enough that Carina could have slipped her click-cock into it. The table’s eyes were open but her expression was that of an approaching orgasm. Her back arched down slightly before raising up so her ass was fully presented. Carina and Neome could see that the woman’s asshole was puckered open, and her stone pussy was wide and empty.

And her lips and labia were stained red.

“Uh…do you see…”

“Yeah, I do.”

Both women leaned closer to the marble form, although neither of them quite touched it.

“If you stain things-”

“Passengers.”

“...Blue when you fuck them…”

“Have sex.”

“Then maybe Tiara…”

“She’s been here!” Carina snapped her fingers, her joy of having some clue suddenly blanching away as she realized, “But she could have been here ten minutes ago or five hours! And we’re the only ones here to ask!” As she threw herself back into the chair in defeat, her coffee splashed out of the cup and splattered on the floor. Neome took a long sigh and sipped her own drink, not sure how to comfort her friend. She idly played with her middle left nipple, only half knowing she was doing it.

Their silence was interrupted by a little whirring. Curious, Carina peered over the chair and saw a little automaton cleaning up her mess. Glancing to the red stain, then back to the fastidious machine, then to her own wobbling dong, Carina’s eye shot open.

“Maybe there was someone - or something - here when she was!” Carina grinned. She flipped onto her knees on the chair and leaned over to gently tap the little robot on its shiny top.

“Worth a shot,” Neome shrugged, all six boobs gently shifting upwards for a moment. They swung and bobbled together as Neome shifted and turned to look at the little cleaner.

“Uh, hi, excuse me…” Carina awkwardly spoke. The automaton ignored her until it had finished cleaning her spill. It then turned and bent upwards to ‘look’ at the passenger addressing it - without a face Carina could only assume she had its attention. “Um, do you know…was there a woman who came through here with a dick like mine, but red?”

A shiver went through the automaton from its wheels to its dome, and it then bowed as if nodding “yes.”

“Oh shit…” Neome gasped, accepting for the first time that maybe this would work.

“She did?” Carina’s smile lit up, “Do you know where she went? Or better, where she is?”

The cleaner looked to go limp, and for a few moment some light from within it turned on and pulsed. After just a couple seconds the light dimmed and it’s position straightened. It then bowed twice.

“Fuck, you do? Can you tell me?”

The machine rotated left and right - no.

“Can you…take me to her?”

There was a pause…as if the little automaton was deciding if it was allowed to do so. It then gave a slow, almost put-upon bow.

“Oh, thank you! I-”

With no further notice the robot’s wheels began spinning, the cleaner rolling across the lounge at a swift pace.

“Crap!” both women exclaimed, leaping up and following. Eight breasts and a blue rubber clit-cock bounced wildly as they bounded after their robotic guide.

to be continued...