The date

The observatory deck was breathtaking. The vast, transparent dome offered a panoramic view of the spiraling Lanthea Starfield, a cosmic dance of blues and purples against the velvet black of space. Joshua stood by the viewport, looking dashing in a sleek, dark civilian suit.

May stood beside him, wearing a simple, pretty dress she’d owned for years. It felt tight in all the wrong places now—her symbiote-enhanced curves strained against the fabric. A small, discreet earpiece was hidden under her hair.

“It’s even more beautiful than the simulations,” Joshua said, his voice full of awe. He glanced at her. “Like you.”

Old May: He’s being so sweet. This is everything I dreamed of. Look at the stellar harmonics in the nebula’s refraction!

Symbiote: “Look at the way his pants fit, Imagine them around his ankles while you service him. Your panties are soaked already, aren’t they?”

A shiver ran through her. She crossed her arms over her chest, a nervous, bookish gesture. “Th-thank you, Joshua. The photon dispersion in the central cluster is really exceptional tonight.”

Symbiote:" Dispersion? Boring. Think about dispersion of his load across your face. Your tits. Your greedy little womb.

She shifted on her feet, a flush creeping up her neck.

“Are you cold?” Joshua asked, concerned. He started to shrug off his jacket.

“No! I’m… I’m fine. Really.” Old May screamed at her to accept the chivalrous gesture. New May was calculating how fast she could get that jacket onto the floor and him inside her.

“So,” Joshua said, leaning on the railing. “I’ve been reading that theoretical paper you recommended on non-linear warp field harmonics. The author’s premise is fascinating, but I think her third postulation is fundamentally flawed.”

Old May’s eyes lit up. This was her language. Her passion. “Flawed? But the quantum lattice model she uses supports it! The flaw is in the traditional understanding of subspace friction, not her math!”

She launched into a technical rebuttal, her hands gesturing animatedly. For a moment, she was just May: brilliant, engaged, and connecting with someone on her intellectual level. Joshua listened, captivated, a smile playing on his lips.

Master: “Mmm, listen to that smart little mouth. So good with big words. Soon it’ll only be good for one big thing. Let’s speed this up. Slip your hand down. Just a little. Touch yourself while you talk about… subspace friction.”

May’s lecture faltered. Her breath hitched. Her left hand, hidden by the railing, trembled.

“Is something wrong?” Joshua asked, his brow furrowed.

“No… I just…” Old May was horrified. New May was dripping. Her fingers inched downward, under the hem of her dress.

Symbiote: Yessss… feel it. Your intelligence is just a circuit. Pleasure is the current. Let it flow. Dumb it down. Empty the thoughts out… fill it with bliss.

“The… the third postulation,” May stammered, trying to cling to the thread of conversation. Her fingers brushed her slick folds through her panties. A soft gasp escaped her. “It’s… um… it’s not… stable.”

Joshua blinked. “Not stable? That’s not what you just said. You said it was revolutionary.”

“I did?” she whispered, her mind fogging. The stars outside seemed to blur into meaningless pretty lights. His words sounded distant, complicated. “It’s… too complicated. Let’s… let’s not talk about work.”

Joshua looked stunned, a little hurt. “But… you love talking about this.”

Symbiote: “Good girl. Dumb is so much prettier on you. Now, uncross your legs. Let him see a glimpse. A shadow. Be the clumsy, horny nerd who ‘accidentally’ gives him a show.”

May uncrossed her legs, letting her knees part slightly. The movement hitched her dress up a few inches. Joshua’s eyes flickered down for a split second before darting back to her face, a blush on his cheeks.

“You seem different tonight, May,” he said softly, searching her eyes.

“Different?” she breathed, her fingers now circling her clit in small, hidden motions. “I’m just… happy. You make me… happy.” The words felt hollow, simplistic.

Symbiote: “Now compliment him. But make it dumb. Objectify him. He’s not a mind to you anymore. He’s a piece of meat. A toy.”

“You have… really nice shoulders, Joshua,” she blurted out, her voice taking on a breathy, vacant quality. “And your… jawline is so strong.”

Joshua took a slight step back, confusion warring with discomfort. “My… jawline?”

Old May was screaming inside, buried under waves of chemical pleasure and corruptive whispers. This is wrong! This is not me!

Symbiote: “Time to end the date, my bimbo pet. You’re too stupid for stars now. You need something else to look at. Tell him you’re not feeling well. Tell him you need to go. Now.”

May’s body shuddered with a suppressed, mini-climax from her clandestine touching. Her vision swam. “Joshua… I… I have to go. I don’t feel well.”

“What? May, what’s going on?” He reached for her arm, his touch gentle.

The second his skin contacted hers, the symbiote flared, and the Master’s command was absolute. She yanked her arm back as if burned.

“Don’t touch me!” she hissed, the words laced with a venom that wasn’t hers. Then, collecting herself into a parody of dizziness, she stammered, “I mean… headache. Sudden. I need to lie down.”

Before he could protest further, she turned and hurried—a clumsy, wide-hipped walk that was nothing like her old efficient stride—towards the exit, leaving a bewildered and hurt Joshua alone under the magnificent, indifferent stars.

As the observatory door slid shut behind her, she slumped against the corridor wall, panting.

Master’s Voice: “Excellent. My perfect, empty-headed slut. Now, crawl to my quarters. You can explain to me in detail how much smarter he is than you… while you clean my boots with your tongue. Your education for the night is just beginning.”

A goofy, blissful smile spread across May’s face. The conflict was gone, smothered under a thick, warm blanket of submissive desire. “Yes, Master,” she mumbled to the empty corridor, already on her hands and knees, beginning her obedient crawl, the last fragments of the brilliant woman she once was dissolving into the ship’s sterile light.