He needs Sugar to give him a ride... but not to the park

Rapi saluted the once again, before taking off to the infirmary. There were specialists there who knew a lot about repairing Nikke patients and she could only assume one of them would be able to diagnose what was causing her body to become unresponsive. The commander knew that there was no way they'd make any kind of breakthrough-- this app and its effects were far beyond the clinic's understanding. Still, he hadn't figured out how to make her stop showing off yet, and as long as she was trapped doing that, it was better to have her somewhere like a private room at the clinic, where other people wouldn't amass and gawk at her. He'd check in on her later.

For now, he had something important to attend to. He knew what he had to do next, but it was risky... he needed someone who could bail him out of a sticky situation if the situation went south.

Ironically, even though he was counting on this Nikke for her trademark speed, the operative took her sweet time making contact. After about half an hour, the sound of an engine revving became louder and louder in the distance, until it was nearly deafening at close proximity. From around the side of the command office, a sleek black motorcyle performed an unnecessarily cool-looking drift and came to a sliding stop, ending close enough to make the commander take a few wary steps backward.

The motorcycle's rider was Cafe Sweety's shotgun specialist, Sugar, who seemed to take her name from her coffee preferences rather than a sweet demeanor. From their interactions so far, the commander saw her as someone carefree, soft-spoken, and surprisingly quirky, but reliable in a pinch. Sugar had the look of a rebel, with white hair that contrasted her tan skin, black leather jacket, and tight matching jeans, not to mention her custom motorcycle, Black Typhoon. Her white, pattern t-shirt showed off her chest against the frame of the dark jacket. But even with these features, she was the type of person who only looked intimidating at first. In truth, her personality was pretty simple: her great loves were excessive sugar in her coffee, riding her motorcycle at excessive speeds, and slacking off in excess as well.

"Vrooooom," she spoke out loud in a whisper, as she parked her cycle and stepped off to meet the commander. "You must be pretty ****, huh? Not even the other Nikkes feel safe riding on Black Typhoon. I'm glad you're finally coming to your senses." There was a smile in her voice, but never on her face. She wasn't the expressive type. "There's no use denying it. It's the call of the wind. It's worth the danger. Not that there's any danger. Nope."

"I need you to come with me to the surface," the commander informed her, cutting straight into the nonsensical chatter.

Sugar tilted her head slightly, her frown widening on her pouty lips. "Now that's dangerous." She pulled the shotgun off from its rack on her motorcycle and began checking over its condition, opening it up to inspect the loaded cartridges. "Just the two of us? The coffee shop's better, if you're looking for a date. Do you have a plan to avoid the Raptures?"

"... No. As a matter of fact, I need you to bait a rapture for me."

"This just went from dangerous to crazy," she added, although her tone remained cool and unperturbed. "Why do you want to do that?"

"I can't tell you too much about it, but there's new tech from Central. There's something I need to test."

"... You're usually pretty good at plans, even when they sound nuts," Sugar remarked, shrugging her shoulders. "Hop on and hold on tight, partner."

The hardest part of the commander's plan revealed itself, as he was **** to type on his phone while keeping one arm around the slender waist of the motorcycle's front rider. There was little opportunity to enjoy the way his groin pressed up into the back of her tight slacks, jostling up and down a bit thanks to the vibrations of the motorcycle-- it'd take more than that to draw his attention from the mortal peril he'd placed himself in.

"We can slow down a bit, Sugar," he yelled into her ear with a sense of urgency. "We don't need to hit max speed until we've baited a Rapture!"

"No can do. You've got to get used to it. Baby steps. This is Black Typhoon taking it easy on you," she warned him. He could almost imagine her smiling as she taunted him. "This way you'll be ready when we really hit top speed."

The young man tried to focus, squeezing her waist tighter and sending a message to the strange entity that had given him the Custom Girls app:

"Message from: Commander."

"If Im going to do anything else with this app I need proof of concept first"

"I need you to ccccccccum"

"Sorry its hard to type"

"I need you to come to the surface with Sugar and me"

"Show me you can destroy a Rapture"

"If you cant do that the deals off"

He sent the message and was rewarded with responses on BlahBlah almost instantly:

"Message from: Lilith."

"Oh ye of little faith."

"I'll play your little game, Sweetie."

"But you need to do something for me, too."

"Harvest sexual energy from that cutie you're hugging onto, won't you?"

"The more power I have, the more I can show you, after all."

"Hehe."

Lilith was using his own scenario against him. It only made sense that she'd need more energy than just what could be harvested from that little peep show Rapi had given him earlier, if she was going to do something as crazy as destroying a Rapture single-handedly. Only a handful of top-class Nikke were capable of such a feat.

With some difficulty, the commander summoned back up the app. Even though the app was technically right where Sugar ought to be able to see it now, she didn't notice it at all-- her eyes were glued on the terrain in front of her, allowing her to weave through and around the ruins of mankind's infrastructure that still dotted the surface world.

In a situation like this, he had neither the time nor ability to scroll through a lot of options. He could see he'd built up three gems total by now-- two from the mission and one more from an unknown source, perhaps just the passage of time. In order to make sure Lilith was able to use her full power and destroy the Rapture, he needed to pick one of the pricier options that ought to have an increased effect. It was hard to tell exactly what he was picking, even in terms of gem cost, and he clenched his teeth in frustration as his first pick was either a one or a two. ****, he hit a second one. With a gem still leftover, he hit a third. To his surprise, the moment his thumb hit the button, the motorcycle sudden skid to an abrupt stop, causing him to end up with his face buried in the back of the girl's jacket.

"Let's take a break." Sugar hopped off the motorcycle, taking him with her thanks to her disproportionately great strength.

"A... break?" the commander questioned, stumbling a bit. He wasn't going to wait to let this all play out blind-- he checked the phone to see what all he'd just loaded onto Sugar.

Sugar will insist that she pose for a provocative photo at each new location visited.

Sugar will dress more lightly.

MYSTERY MODIFICATION for Sugar. The effect will be revealed after thirty minutes.

Well, that last one didn't help at all, and the other two were a bit dangerous given their current situation. It seemed they were also almost immediate: Sugar had already walked up beside him and was attempting to snatch his phone from him. "What are you doing?"

"I'm setting it to camera mode. When you're on a road trip, you've got to take pictures. That's the rule," she explained in a deadpan voice.

"I can get it into camera mode myself. Okay... let's just take the picture quickly and get back to it. We still haven't reached an area with any rapture activity yet."

"All the more reason to get the picture out of the way now," Sugar nodded, shedding her coat and throwing it over the back of her precious motorcycle. With the jacket off, her toned, tan biceps were revealed, as well as a bit of her stomach that was normally hard to see with the jacket on. "Hm... Is that good enough?" she thought out loud, taking a look down. "What if I...?"

"We really need to hurry," the commander reminded her.

"Then I'll trust my instinct. It's telling me to do... this." With no further fanfare, she hooked both hands underneath her thin, white t-shirt and pulled it up and over her impressive breasts, allowing them to heave enticingly for a moment. All she was wearing underneath was a black, strapless band bra, with silver studs lining the upper hem. It went great with her motorcyclist look, actually...

... But the commander couldn't help but be a bit bug-eyed. Sugar was normally a fairly cryptic person and while she was always bold, she'd never been the type to show off her sex appeal like this before. As she walked over to the motorcycle, straddled it, and leaned over so her arms were resting on the handlebar with her breasts hanging and her butt slightly elevated above the seat, he thought that she could be plenty erotic if she put her mind to it. Her lithe body formed a graceful "S" shape over her trademark motorcycle. This was the kind of pinup picture you could put on postcards!

He actually felt like this was worth taking a genuine picture of. Forgetting his own mandate to go fast, he took his time framing it just right, snapping one shot from the side, another from the front, and yet another from the back. There were really no bad angles to take the shot from. Before he knew what he was doing, he'd saved ten photographs.

"They're good?" Sugar questioned, raising an eyebrow as she returned to her sitting position.

"Very," the commander gulped, wondering to himself if it was okay for him to save a few of these even after these tests were done.

"I knew they would be. Black Typhoon is really photogenic," she remarked, plain-faced, but joking. "Alright, hop back on."

"Aren't you going to put your shirt back on?"

"Nah. I think I want to feel the breeze today," Sugar responded with another shrug, as the commander nestled up behind her and wrapped his arms around her now conspicuously bare waist. His hands crossed at her toned belly and he fought the urge to let them go any higher. "It's kind of nice. Deploying alone with you like this, I mean. We should do this more often."

The commander laughed awkwardly. Nearly falling off of a super-powered motorcycle while on his way to look **** straight in the eyes and dance around it for the sake of his dangerous plan wasn't exactly his idea of a good time, but Sugar's company did make it more pleasant than some of his other hair-brained schemes.

"It actually feels... really good," Sugar admitted, with some strange, uncharacteristic emotion playing in her voice. The commander couldn't help but notice that it seemed like she was shifting a bit on the motorcycle as well. It seemed like her whole attitude had changed a little. Could it be that their impromptu photo shoot had affected her mood? Or was it something else. "Hey, partner-"

Before she could get the words out, a figure the size of a small building suddenly appeared in front of them, dropping out of the sky and raising a huge dust cloud. Still on her game, Sugar accelerated, moving between the mechanical creature's legs before drifting into a turn and confusing it with a zip away at a 90 degree angle. The Rapture, a mechanical monstrosity with a silver sheen and the shape of some bipedal animal, turned and emitted a shrill, deafening roar. Every stomp of its feet as it turned to reposition itself caused the ground to shake and huge clouds of dust and debris to go flying outward.

"That's a Boss class, Twin Rings," the commander pointed out, feeling his heart thudding in his chest. "Can we outrun it?"

"Black Typhoon can do it. Hold on tight," Sugar warned him, then hit the gas at maximum power. "If I can ride along parallel to it, I can disrupt its attacks using my shotgun. If I can take out the rings, we can use that chance to escape. The problem is its voice. If it keeps roaring like that, it's going to draw more Raptures to this spot."

"Crap," the commander cursed under his breath. From where he was positioned, it felt like even the cool and collected Sugar was beginning to have her breathing and heart-rate elevated. "We can't engage it that way, because..."

"Because while Black Typhoon and I will be fine if the thing takes potshots, you're not going to be so lucky," Sugar finished the statement, clicking her teeth. "All I can do is punch it and pray."

She'd said he wouldn't be so lucky, but it turned out that his luck hadn't run out just yet. Before Sugar could even take a single shot, the Twin Rings suddenly erupted in a pillar of flames. The cry rang out again, this time in a mixture of pain and anger, as the metallic beast stopped its pursuit and bee-lined for the ruins of a once densely populated city, where it could presumably slink back into hiding. Whatever that attack was, it had dealt intense damage with blinding speed.

"What was that...? Was that the weapon you were testing?" Sugar questioned, looking genuinely surprised as she skid her bike to a stop and peered over her shoulder.

"... Yeah. And it looks like it works. It's like she said... Lilith can do a lot with a little," the commander spoke quietly, gritting his teeth. Lilith hadn't even needed to reveal herself to create that plume of flames and it had been so effective, the Rapture's immediate instinct was to retreat. In short, it wasn't just the power of a top-class Nikke-- it was beyond that.

Was it actually okay to rely on a weapon like this? Or could this be something just as dangerous as the Raptures themselves, in a way?

"Your face doesn't match your words," Sugar pointed out, lowering her eyebrows again. "I feel like you're hiding something."

"No. We did what we came here to do," the commander sighed. He'd gotten his confirmation that Lilith's powers were the real deal. Now, he had obtained what he'd hoped he could avoid: an obligation to keep testing this system to its limits. "Let's head back to the surface elevator."

"Hold on tight. I'm gonna punch it hard," Sugar warned him, before hitting hard on the accelerator. The young man actually felt his ass leave the seat for a moment as the motorcycle rocketed from 0 to top speed in no time at all. She'd gotten even more reckless after their fight, for some reason!

As the two came to a stop at the surface elevator and the huge gate closed behind them, the commander noticed with some interest that Sugar didn't appear to have actually turned off her ignition. She was just sitting there on top of the motorcycle, letting it run while straddling the seat. He watched out of the corner of his eye as he began to notice something... a kind of a repetitive motion. It didn't take long before he began to have an idea of what seemed off.

Gulping, he confirmed it using his app:

Sugar will become sexually aroused from the vibrations of her motorcycle.

Bingo. That was why it seemed like the faster she moved on it, the harder her breathing became, and it was the reason why she seemed to be grinding her groin back and forth on the seat right now as discretely as she could manage.

"Hey. Partner."

The commander nearly jumped, wondering if she'd caught him peeking.

"Let's take another photo. Here, on the freight elevator."

"You... think that's a good place for a photo?"

"Good a place as any," Sugar shrugged, then put up the parking brake. He watched, wide-eyed, as she adopted a new, risque pose, leaning back with her shoulders against the motorcycle's steering block and spreading her legs to either side. Her abdomen rose and fell with her somewhat heightened breathing as her hips rocked up and down with the thrum of the engine and the bounce of the seat.

...

The commander couldn't help himself. As he pretended to set up the camera, he checked the app instead. Sure enough, he'd already generated another three crystals: enough to power up any one of the modifications he'd picked earlier. In a hurry, he selected the option to upgrade the one that had caused her to dress down earlier.

"Sugar will dress even more lightly."

That was a pretty mild way of phrasing it. As he watched, his self-proclaimed partner whipped off her belt, then began to slide her tight pants down her legs, kicking off her pumps to allow them to come the rest of the way off. They hung from one foot as she kicked her leg up and down lazily, now bare except for the black, studded bra he'd seen earlier and a black, t-back thong. It wasn't studded because there simply wasn't any material to stud. The view was every bit as revealing as Rapi's had been, as her legs spread to either side and her groin jostled up and down with the cycle's motor.

Her face had become a bit red as well, seemingly less out of embarrassment and more out of arousal. "What do you think? Can you get a good shot? I want a victory photo to show the girls at Cafe Sweety."

"Well, for one thing, I'm not really sure it was our victory. And for another thing, I'm... not sure this is the type of photo you should show anyone else," the commander muttered quietly, although he was taking photos enthusiastically from every angle. What would happen if he turned on awareness now...? How would Sugar react to this situation, with the two of them alone on the freight elevator, snapping photos of her in racy lingerie while she subtly pleasured herself with her own beloved Black Typhoon?

... He imagined she would have a surprising lack of a reaction. That was just the way she was. Curious, he flipped on the self-awareness, allowing Sugar to understand the whole situation.

"..."

"...?" The commander continued to click away with the camera.

"Boy... This mission sure gave me some weird ideas, huh?" Sugar shrugged, looking aside with an aloof glance. As the commander looked harder, however, he saw a deep, red blush begin to spread across her face. "You know, riding out in the day like that with a partner on the motorcycle, it just... Uh... It got me hot under the collar. So I took some clothes off. That's all it is. It's not weird."

"Oh, yeah. Not weird."

"For sure. Normal. Just a motorcycling thing."

The commander gulped, noticing that it seemed as though a bit of moisture was dripping down from the cleft between her legs. Small beads were collecting on the seat, while others were flung into the air by the vibrations.

"Hey uh... Are you going to keep those photographs?"

"... Should I?"

"... If you want."

The commander shuffled awkwardly on his feet and averted his eyes for he rest of the trip down to the Ark. "I have to go check on Rapi now. Thanks for all of your help, Sugar," he finished, as the two came off the elevator together. Thankfully, no one else was around, but it still didn't seem as though Sugar intended to put her clothes back on. She'd moved back into riding position, but her ass was almost entirely bare, covered just by the T-back of her thong. The commander was finding it very, very hard not to stare as her bottom bounced up and down on the increasingly wet motorcycle seat.

"I can give you a ride."

"N-No thanks," the commander stammered. He wasn't sure where this would end up going if he ended up touching her again while she was like this. "I think you may want to... return to your cafe for now. Use the back streets and the back entrance."

"... You think we were being tailed or something?"

"Not exactly. Just be careful," the commander coughed. He really just wanted her to get to her allies, who could probably take care of her until he figured out how to deactivate any of these modifications.

"Sure thing. See ya around, partner."

Black Typhoon and its rider disappeared off into the distance, as the commander breathed a sigh of relief. Sugar had left her discarded clothing on the freight elevator, he noticed. With a wince, he gathered up her things, resolving to get them back to her later. For now, he had somewhere else to be.