Starfleet Captain With No Warp Drive

“You… don’t have a…?” I understand the sentence, I just… don’t understand. What does she even mean? Everyone’s got some kind of sex drive, even if they’re not as nymphomaniacal as I’m quickly becoming.

She does not respond immediately, instead keeping herself seated on a towel she pulled out of her backpack earlier. Even with her new flesh, she looks so small as she shrinks into my couch with embarrassment.

Ironic for someone who so shamelessly believes in aliens. I forget for a moment that I’m supposed to be one of those when I ask, “So, what, you don’t think I’ll be able to turn you on?”

“It’s clinically impossible for me unless… well, unless you can fix it.” Her eyes remain on my feet as she quietly suggests it.

Crap… well, I’ve still got gems left, right? Maybe I don’t even have to spend any, I mean something among the features I bought for her has to… okay, nothing I bought so far actually increases her arousal. I check the list of features available… and as I go through them, the recurring theme is there: things that affect her perception or build, or get others horny, but nothing to make her wet, hot, and/or bothered. “I… need a moment to consider this… erm, phenomenon.”

From my peripheral vision I can tell she’s looking up at me with some kind of hope; after all, I fixed her face and blew up her assets, how much harder could this be? Well, fucking impossible, apparently. “I had hoped I could be a xenosexual,” she murmurs, “and truly I am nervous and excited to be used for your experiments, but I… I don't have any of the other symptoms unique to sexual excitement… I never could when I fantasized about it, either. I just… don’t really get ‘sex’ as a pursuit.”

It’s hard to talk to someone about something this serious without meeting their eye… but every time I glance at her and that new, succubus eye, it gets me too hard to think. “I see… so, is this a medical condition, or just your lack of preference-?”

“Every expert has told me it’s both,” she quickly answers, “between being diagnosed with sexual desire disorder and sexual arousal disorder and being called asexual by at least two therapists, along with the… sorry, I mean to say… correct. I just don’t… get it.” A somber moment of silence hangs as I look up at her downcast eyes. She realizes she made the awkward pause and quickly adds, “But I will still participate as well as I can! I still do have all the normal points of entry for probing!”

Right, but if she’s going to be dry the whole time, I mean… is that going to feel good? Vaginas are normally moist all the time, right, at least a bit- wait a minute. She’s got to be a virgin, then… and right now, I’ve got a title that guarantees an orgasm if I take that! That’s got to work, right? But I’d have to fuck her to find out… and come to think of it, my other titles and avatar perks should also work; probably smarter to test those out first. As I stand there, hesitating between routes of “research,” Wendy quietly observes with what I can only describe as a fear of being disqualified. Alright, let’s try a softball. “Do you find my appearance attractive?”

“W-W-What?”

The dorky hesitation is noted, but I press on, “Do you feel I am attractive?”

“Oh… oh yes!” Alright, so that settles that- “I mean, conventionally speaking, your appearance should be more than satisfactory to any human females you need to lure in for experiments. I do not think most will be as understanding as me, though.”

“Eh… right, but what about you? Do you find yourself… drawn to me?”

“Of course! As the first real contact I’ve made-”

“Physically, Wendy.”

“Oh… well. No… but I never have been to anyone or… anything, like that. I think.”

But… but that’s literally what the perk I just bought is for! Is it broken? Truth be told I didn’t have a chance to test it before now. As I rack my brain for answers, the succubi secretly listening finally send me some kind of help: a warning icon over the outline of Wendy. An exclamation point appears over it and shakes as if to beg me to press it.

WARNING: NON-SEXUAL ENTITY

What… the Hell does that mean? Another tooltip overlays the pop-up I just clicked:

DEVELOPER NOTE: Our sincerest apologies. As part of regular updates, the Custom Girls Development Team is constantly trying to improve its detection of issues or conflicts ahead of time. We failed to detect that this Custom Girl is a non-sexual entity; because of this, we had originally projected customizations with large costs on an assumption that it would eventually work. They would not, and many Custom Girls features also will not work as intended, producing no or unexpected results. We apologize for the untimely hotfix pushed to your device to address this and have credited your account with all 149 gems spent on her, as well as a bonus of 30 gems, as our apology. Please note that you and others can still generate sexual energy using this Custom Girl, however!

GEMS: 206/300

So I still don’t have an answer… but maybe that explains the features that vanished earlier. Hell, now I have more questions. Unexpected results? They have to be referring to my titles… right? So far all the goofy alien shit has worked without a hitch, so… hmm.

“So… you are a virgin, correct?”

“I… am not, technically speaking, a virgin.”

Well, that’s unexpected. I blink at her in expectation as I re-rack my presumptions. Botched attempt at sex, maybe? It’s hard to imagine anyone trying so hard to fuck an asexual Wendy Peppernickel, at least prior to my improvements. The idea of regrowing her hymen comes to mind, but if she wouldn’t feel pleasure from it then it’s likely that would just be cruelty.

“But I am willing to undergo whatever testing you have applicable to non-virgins!”

“They all are, I asked only for purposes of your discomfort.”

She tries well to sound brave… but her eyes don’t leave my crotch as the quiver in her voice evidences her fear. “G… good. S-So if you still might derive… results… I submit myself for your analysis and… e-experimentation, as we agreed.”

So everything from Earth and Hell (or wherever succubi came from) tells me I can’t get her horny... but my pride doesn’t let me agree. I have all the utility at my fingertips and some experience besides; I’ve got try, at least.

We leave everything but her eyewear downstairs, and I strip nude once we’re back in my mom’s room. Wendy watches my movements with exacting attention through her bottle-thick glasses, the only thing I permit her to wear; she seems intent on documenting every movement despite me insisting she leave her tablet, phone, and notepad with her backpack.

I do my best to entice her as I move on her. Fingertips tease and travel up her thin hips before I pick her body up effortlessly. She weighs about as much as her glasses, insofar as my perk makes it feel, and she gives a startled yelp at suddenly being raised so effortlessly. “Y-Your physical strength is impressive! The facsimile of a normal human male is flawless, yet this kind of raw-!”

Her words melt in her throat as I hold her up with my left while my right fingers slide along the tight slit of her pussy. I ride the line to her clit and give it a rub. Everything is… damp, sort of, but not truly wet. I tease a finger across her flesh until it can slip into her vagina proper… and again, barely any moisture to be found. I give her nipple an encouraging suckle, urging all the multipliers of sensitivity she suffers by default in my presence. I dare to stare her in the eye with all my hunger to get this little chess nerd off. She meets my lustful gaze with…

… a mild discomfort mixed with curiosity. “Do you have data collection modules installed in your mouth as well? I assumed they were in your fingertips—a natural construction—but-”

“I am conducting… a thorough analysis before we begin the experiment.” My chin rests on her tit as I speak, and I probe a bit deeper, finding no hymen and also virtually no lubrication save the vagina’s natural, at-rest moisture. It’s also a vexingly tight fit for my single digit, making me taut even as I consider the difficulties we’d face if we actually went all the way... or maybe that’s just her damn “Lilith” eye egging me on. Horniness and consideration are wrestling in my mind, but I have to decide.