Totaled

After the rescue, Garland and Mithra were rescued they were taken by Kara. In the car the the two ‘girls’ were very out of it. They had just been put through an extremely intense feminisation process where they were so, so close to living as orc wives. They had learned to crave the degradation and humiliation, but at the scene, thankfully the EMS fed them a stimulant to clear their head and recoup mental degradation. They sat in the back of Kara’s vehicle. A roomy four door sedan with hoover capabilities. It was red with a pretty, tan leather interior.

Garland and Mithra leaned up against one-another in the back seat. “This reminds me of something my family might drive.” Garland mumbles.

“Yeah?” Mithra nods, still drooling a little as the stims were slow to kick in within her Hardy gnoll body.

“Where’s hubby, again? Are we going to the store?”

“No.” Garland nudged her.

“We got rescued, remember. He’s not our hubby, he basically tried to brainwash us.”

“Ahhhh, there’s still so much washing up to do.” Mithra whined.

Garland shook her. “Relax. We’re fine now, maybe… Why’re we with you?” He asked Kara dreamily. Without looking away from the road she spoke at them.

“Well… We’re family. I’m your… Great aunt, technically… maybe?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” Garland commented.

Kara smiled, eying them in the rearview through her golden eyes. “Yeah, well. We both know how nasty Soul damage is, huh?”

“You too?” Mithra stared at the back of the girl’s head. She giggled and asked.

“First time?” Then she smirked at Garland.

“Pfft, hahaha!” It was an in-joke that only they could get. Garland hugged Mithra.

“You’re so funny. I love you~” He said casually, leaning his head against her breast. That snapped Mithra back to reality as she lifted her head and gasped. Her blood pumping so fast circulated the stim through her system.

“W-what?” She asked.

“I…” Garland realised what he said. He looked up and gulped.

“Is that something I shouldn’t have said.”

Mithra blushed. “It’s something, that’s not easy to hear. But, thanks.” She hugged Garland back. As he seemed sad she rested her chin on his soft head and added.

“Bare with me, here. I got fucking orc programmed… My head isn’t on straight.”

“Me too.” Garland nodded.

“But your chest is soft and comfy.”

“Then stay there, you doof. Never said you couldn’t.” She looked up to see Kara still staring at them using the rearview.

“What’re you looking at?”

“You look like her, even just the bottom of your face.” Kara said.

“Who?”

“Your Great, Great Grandma.”

Mithra blushed deeply. “Eh? Who!? Who’re you talking about?”

Kara smiled and shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe you didn’t hear me right. Your head isn’t on straight.”

If they didn’t believe that Kara was a member of the family before, they did as soon as they were brought into her penthouse. Despite her scene-girl appearance she lived quite a fancy lifestyle. Her apartment overlooked the city from a lower angle than Garland’s, but it was still higher than anything Mithra could dream about getting into. Kara set up some pillows and blankets and set them down on her cute, crescent couch. The view from where they were sitting was Orr at night, but one of the full, curved glass panes shifted as Kara clicked a remote and put it down in front of them The floor-to-roof glass had become a crystal clear screen that blocked their view of the city with a menu showing all the latest programs. On one of the news broadcasts that flashed by in the bottom corner of the selection menu there was a notice that Pat Worst had been killed in a struggle with a Gnoll gang member on his way to the prison.

“I guess you weren’t lying…” Garland admitted.

“How’re we related? Who do you come from?”

“Complicated.” Kara sat down on a seat opposite them. A drone floated by and deposited fresh coffee into mugs that it set down like a little heli-lift. Kara picked up hers and blew on it. In the background she had shirts hung up and framed of old and new concerts. Lined up along the wall on stands are guitars. Some of them were signed but all were different in design. She had a few framed pictures of her with famous musicians of the past hundred years.

Garland lifted the mug and paused. He looked up. “Can I have coco, actually?”

The screen on the machine showed a cartoonish, angry vein that was red and pixelated, then a hammer propped out of the bottom. It seemed to be readying a shattering swing towards Garland’s cup.

“MIC!” Kara screamed. It stopped, drew in the hammer and instead dropped a new mug in Garlands hands, filling it with coco.

“Uh, thanks.”

“He was a present from my ‘dad.’ I related to him a lot.” Kara looked down.

“Because he’s like me.”

Garland inspected the make. It was a Fennek MIC unit, model Jaeger. “The MIC-Jaeger models date back to the very start, right?”

“I guess.” Kara shrugged.

“What’s complicated?” Mithra chimed in a bit more forwardly.

Kara smiled weakly. “I’m actually related to both of you.”

“Eh? How!?” Mithra questioned, nearly getting up. She splashed some coffee, triggering garland to yelp.

“Sorry… So what is it?”

“Spoilers.” Kara chuckled.

“You relate to MIC?” Garland wondered out loud, dabbing his crotch to get the stain out.

“That’s no secret.” Kara looked up wistfully.

“We were both created by Mama and… we both…” She mouthed something that neither of them could make out, but Garland could see that she was clearly referring to something neither her nor MIC had. She looked up brightly.

“Feel free to ask MIC for anything you need. If you wanna play one of my guitars, go ahead, that’s what they’re made for. If you wanna watch tv, it’s there. If you just want to chill, go ahead and chill.

“I got some stuff that I need to take care of in my room. I think your friend should be by later, but don’t worry about letting her in. I told MIC to get anything you guys needed. If he gives you any guff just knock him a bit.” She wagged her finger.

“But don’t you dare dent him!”

“Yes Ma’am.” Garland and Mithra both nodded.

As soon as Kara left they slumped down. MIC floated by, carrying away they’re mostly empty cups. Mic used one of his arms to point out what was left. He placed the lips of the mugs up to their lips and **** them to drink it before sucking them back into his chassis and floating back out of sight.

“What a pushy bastard.” Mithra complained.

“I guess he just thought we were being ungrateful?” He covered his mouth and laughed at the oddity of it. Mithra started laughing as well and gradually the two leaned against one another as they had in the back of the car and watched TV with the volume on low.

“As my head is clearing up, it’s occurring to me that you’re really cute as a girl.” Mithra admitted.

“Doesn’t exactly please me to hear that…”

“Really? I mean… you kinda lean into it.”

“Not everything is a boy or a girl.”

“Oh. Right. So… you’re what?”

“Sh-shut up. I’m figuring it out. I guess if we got stuck in this loop with this cute body I wouldn’t be upset, but… at the same time it’s not exactly me.”

“All this can be fixed with money, but my cock is gone. Who’s gonna pay my way back into hung fucking glory.” Mithra lamented.

Garland lifted his head, then lifted his brow at her. “Uh, me? What do you mean? Of course I’d help you out if you asked.” He added under his breath.

“Plus… even if cock is the last thing I wanna think about right now, I do miss yours. A lot.”

“Man… I still don’t need your fucking charity.” Mithra claimed bitterly. She was surprised by how frustrated Garland became. He grabbed her chin and turned her face rather forwardly towards him.

“Th-then you don’t give a shit about me…”

“Bullshit… me not taking your money means what, exactly, in that cum-filled brain of yours.”

“Means I’m not someone that’s close enough to you to take care of you, Mithra.” Garland said boldly, holding her chin in his dainty hand. The gnoll blushed very deeply and wasn’t sure how to rebuke that. Garland continued.

“I’ve been thinking a lot. A really, really, really lot, a lot.”

“Okay, okay. A lot! What did you think about?”

“There’s more to being a man than being gruff and cool and having a dick, and there’s more to being a girl than being pretty, sexy and having kids. I… like being cute and petite and feminine, but Mithra, I still wanna take care of you the way a man would.”

It was hard to see what she was feeling with the thick barrier that was her purple bangs, but Mithra’s mouth had fallen open. She looked down.

“Your head isn’t on straight, yet.”

“It is.” Garland assured her.

“Ever straighter than usual.”

“Low bar…” Mithra joked in an anxious tone. Garland smirked and leaned up to kiss her rather dominantly, his hand on her cheek. He removed that hand and rested it on her side. As he pulled back from the deep kiss to see Mithra’s stunned expression, Garland sat back, feeling satisfied.

“Good one. Just think about it.” Garland left it alone at that point and the two of them just continued to quietly watch TV while they leaned on each other.

“How’re my two favourite orc-wives doin’.” Shedu jabbed. The two of them looked over, shocked to hear her voice without hearing the door open.

“Don’t say that.” Mithra asked sharply. Shedu actually recoiled a bit, but doubled down and walked right in front of the seated gnoll.

“Why?” Shedu’s form had changed subtly. Garland saw it for what it was, an upgrade. She was given mods not unlike what a K9 would go through. She was taller and there were now clear joints at her elbows, shoulders and wrists, then at her thighs and knees and ankles. There was a very pronounced barcode over her barely covered sex and her tits had been blown up into ‘knockers.’ Those tits were right in Mithra’s face as Shedu stuod over the shaking gnoll with a confident smile. Garland couldn’t see it, but Shedu knew. Mithra was intimidated just by the sight of her. She bent down and whispered, her cyber-ears moving like little satellites above her head as he tail swished. Shedu whispered.

“I know you adore it. I know you want to take me for a spin.You know you’re mine, you want to be.” She leaned back, smiling at the thrill of saying that and getting a faint nod from Mithra so close to Garland.

The fox could sense the shift in vibes. He saw the odd dynamic and his senses screamed to get away from it. So he stood up and threw off the blanket he had wrapped himself in. His twin tails curled down.

“I- I think I’m better. Mithra, think about what I said. I’m gonna try to head home and touch base with my Mom and Dad.”

MIC was floating by the door. He said in a robotic voice. “Your overcompensation device is parked outside.”

“My what?” Garland cocked his head quizzically at the bot.

“Apologies. Translating.- to- low IQ. Your ‘motorcycle’ is parked outside.”

Garland rolled his eyes, giving MIC the side-eye as he walked out. “What a rude guy…”

Garland had a lot to think about as he mounted his bike. As he stood just within the entrance of the parking structure he debated going back. It was raining. Hard. Garland hated riding in the rain for a number of reasons. There was only one reason he didn’t want to go back in. He was afraid that he would see something he didn’t want to see. He was afraid of the dynamic between Mithra and Shedu. Mithra seemed to be… submissive to Shedu, but at the same time the gnoll wasn’t ****, and she didn’t do anything that alerted Garland.

“Fuck it.” He revved and drove out into the dark, wet night.

His headlights were bright, but the rain gave the appearance of light carving a slice out in front. Road rapidly appeared in front of him at the limits of the light. It was dangerous and he was going incredibly fast.

“What am I? I spent more than a year as a cop, but more importantly as a woman and I… I liked it. There’s no mistake there. Being girly is fun. Being cute is fun.” He blushed, thinking back to what he said to Mithra about wanting to take care of her like a man would. It was almost there, but just far enough away that it made him cringe.

“Dammit… That’s not me, is it?” He thought about it and smiled to himself.

“No. It’s not. That’s… fine, isn’t it?” Garland increased his speed against his better judgement, flipped up his visor and shouted into the night.

“I’m not manly! I’m not! That’s cool! That’s-”

The telltale wobble of the reaper. On Garland’s bike with its race-car wheels it almost never happened, but it was wet and he was going fast. He heard the tires skid and lost the handles as the bike suddenly tilted end-over-end, flipping down the road, then skidding, then coming to a slow, screeching stop 100 yards from where Garland lost control. Panting, the fox threw his helmet off and climbed out, tearing up.

“Ho-holy fuck I almost died.” The only thing that saved him was the fact that his particular model had roll protection for the rider. He was small enough to not even get a scratch. Maybe just a bruise. Then it also occurred to him.

“Oh… it doesn’t matter.” Garland smiled weakly.

“We’ll just go back, right?”

Looking down, it was clear the back was totalled. He looked through his contacts and instinctively dialed a particular person's number. The first thing he said to them was a proud statement.

“I’m a femboy. That’s what I identify as.” he paused before whoever it was could speak and added as an awkward afterthought.

"Also my bike is totaled and I need a pick up.”

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