The Last Ride Out of Town

"Price's nine hunner'd a head. No budgin'."

Credit where it's due: the dried up old merchant had a will of iron. Febee just spent the last ten minutes unloading on the caravan leader with both barrels and had gotten nowhere. At first her efforts were small, all puppy dog eyes and praising little coos. When that failed she turned up the dial, glistening with actual tears and 'accidentally' allowing her enormous breasts to brush against him. But still, no dice. Even when the elf went full scorched earth, not-so-subtly suggesting that three passenger discounts was the sort of thing that earned a fella three world-class blowjobs, the wizened codger was unmoved. Again: pretty fucking impressive.

If Febee likewise admired the merchant's obstinence, she buried it beneath a mask of deep annoyance as she huffed and pretended to be too engrossed with her nails to pay him any further mind. Persuasion clearly wasn't going to work, that was certain. But maybe there was a more workmanlike method of convincing him to lower his rate. "We'd be willing to go in as extra guards, if you'd be willing to drop our fare by whatever you would have had to pay us." Ali clapped a hand onto Charlie's shoulder, projecting an air of professional confidence. "Not to brag, but we're a pair of old hands at this sort of thing."

"Uh-huh." The merchant hawked a glob of spit onto the ground. "S'probably why I never heard'a ya."

"Um." Ali did her best to counter the point. "Yeah, probably?"

The merchant grunted, then stuck two fingers between his shriveled lips and let loose a shrill whistle. On cue, a pair of guards appeared from behind the caravan: one middle aged and affable with a gut that strained at his uniform and the other small and rough-looking with an adorable pair of kitten ears. The merchant turned his head slightly, raising his voice for the benefit of the two men. "Y'all boys need some amateurs to help out on the job y'all been hired for?"

"These honeykissers?" The cat-eared Splicer's voice was whispered snarl, all sandpapered silk as he took the measure of Ali. The scholar found herself straightening despite herself, holding in her breath as she automatically submitted to the adorably menacing mercenary's inspection. The Splicer sucked on a tooth, his one good eye briefly darting towards the nearly hidden compartments in her arm and thigh. And then he grunted, worming a finger to rub underneath his heart-shaped eye patch as he turned dismissively away. "Don't need'm."

"We could help."

The cat man paused at Charlie's even tone, his frown deepening as he gave both the Remake and the young woman a second glance. Then he called back to his partner. "Bob, you got the gun drones all set?"

The portly man gave a jovial nod. "Yep." He pressed a finger to a panel sewn into his shirt, a mechanical whirring filling the air as dozens of mounted guns began rising out of the merchant's caravan. A moment later the long transport bristled like an insanely over-prepared porcupine, the chubby mercenary clearly quiet pleased with himself. "It's all squared away. We're good, Binxy."

"See?" The Splicer, Binxy it would seem, jerked a thumb towards his proud looking partner. "Bob's a fucking legend. Thanks to him, this whole caravan's locked down tighter than a sixteen-year-old J.A.V starlet-in-training's pussy. He won't even need to come on these trips anymore; this is his fucking retirement job. You think we're gonna spoil it by letting some corpo throwaways play dress-up?"

Ali couldn't help trying to get a jab in. "Well, if Bob does all that, what's your job?"

Binxy took a step forward, and Ali couldn't resist taking a step back. "My job's to kill anything too dumb to let the drones give 'em the easy way out. And to answer stupid fucking questions, apparently." The mercenary turned on his heels, his half bitten-off tail twisting behind him in irritation. "I've got gear to check, Boss. If these honeykissers are tagging along, make sure they stay the fuck out of my way."

Bob managed a rueful grin. "Don't be too offended by him. He's not that bad, he's just..." The older guard paused, searching for the right word. "...no, okay. He probably is that bad. He's good at the job, though. This'll definitely be the safest trip you ever take." He turned with a small wave, the last option for a discount walking away with him.

Which was a problem. Ali didn't have any damn money. And the old merchant could clearly smell it on her.

Just as he was turning to leave, Charlie spoke up. "Am I correct that your price was twenty-seven hundred credits to take us to the Juicy Peach Onsen."

The merchant squinted, clearly parsing through the remake's speech patterns. "...No, we ain't got a scheduled stop there. That price's t'get ya to the nearest charge station. Then y'all're on yer own."

Febee sputtered in pure annoyance, unable to continue projecting an air of uncaring aloofness. "You fucking vampire! You're charging us double price and won't even take us the whole way?! Where's your sense of shame?!"

The old geezer wheezed out a chuckle, raising her hands defensively to ward of the elf's rage. "Heh, alright, alright; calm yer tits, missie. Ah'll take y'all the onsen direct-like."

Febee nodded, still annoyed but somewhat mollified. "Okay then, that's--"

"Fer a thousand a head."

Fuck. Nine hundred was already too much, but an even thousand might as well have been on the moon. But this old bastard's caravan was the last one out of the megacity, and he could charge what he wanted. And every hour Ali and her companions waited to skip town was another hour for Socks-On to gather up both her wits and another crew of bully boys. This was a problem.

A problem that was solved, to Ali and Febee's deep surprise, when Charlie extended a credit stick. "That makes three thousand credits then."

The old merchant balked, beady eyes darting in suspicion between the proffered payment and Charlie's featureless faceplate. He snatched up the credstick, pressing it to his nose and inhaling deeply. Then, the stick vanished into his pocket and he was already turning away. "We roll out in thirty. Grub's at six. Iffin y'all want anythin' else, jus' means more stew fer me."

Febee descended upon Charlie as the merchant left, her eyes blazing with delight. "Charlie! You had that much money lying around?"

"I did."

"Why didn't you say so before?"

"I did not want to interrupt your and Anais's attempts for a discount."

"Ahh, true, true. Good thinking." The elf threw her arms around Charlie, squeezing their giant form in a hug. "Well geez, Charlie! Thanks sooooo~ much!"

"You can pay me back after the job."

The hug loosened a little. "Oh. Right. Sure. Great."

Well, it was all settled now. But Ali couldn't help asking a few more questions. "Where did you get that kind of cash, Charlie?"

The remake tilted their head. "The same place you did. Our last job."

"What? Our last job?" Ali pulled a face. "I barely covered my expenses, even after Tally's 'increased rates'."

"So you haven't found a buyer yet."

"Uh, buyer?"

Charlie nodded. "Yes. I could put you in contact with mine if you like. I'm certain he would be interested in completing his set."

"Completing his..." Ali trailed off, brow furrowed. Then her eyes flashed in realization, despair welling up deep within her soul. "Wait. You mean the soda?"

"Yes. Pineapple Matcha Nanobot Soda is extremely rare. My research revealed it is considered highly valuable by collectors."

"'H-Highly valuable, huh?" Ali's head was flooded with images of Febee gleefully sucking down two bottles of grass-green soda and of herself peevishly dumping the third down the drain. "How highly are we talking, here?"

"I suppose it depends on the buyer."

"How much did your's pay you, Charlie?"

"I was paid--"

"--a HUNDRED and FIFTY FUCKING THOUSAND CREDITS! GRAH!" Ali threw herself onto the passenger compartment's fold-out couch in a state of anguish, "I wouldn't have had to take this dumb job! I wouldn't have had to take any job!"

If Febee was trying to hide her amusement out of sympathy for her friend, she was doing a really fucking bad job at it. "Well, it was tasty. Can't say I'd have paid all that for it, though." She thoughtfully tapped a finger against her plump lip. "Maybe a hundred and forty." She graciously allowed the pillow Ali hurled in response to bounce harmlessly off of her rack, settling a hand on top of her quaking tits to settle them. "Well fuck, Anais; if a 'sorry' will make you feel better, I'll give you one. It won't, though."

Ali grumbled, unable to disagree but unwilling to let go of her anger so quickly. "You've got no idea how to make me feel better."

"Oh no? You sure about that?"

Ali pouted, begrudgingly shooting the elf a look just in time to see her massive breasts slip from her sports bra. "Wha-?"

"Come on; I owe you, remember?" Febee planted her hands either side of her ungodly rack, her enormous boobs very nearly resting in her lap as she massaged her fingers down their sides. "'One meal a day, straight from the tit'. We've got a contract, after all."

Ali's realized that her mouth did feel very dry, her anger now having to fight some very different emotions for control of her mood. "I--that's, um...w-what about, uh, stew?"

"Don't worry; I'll take care of your portion." Febee slunk down onto the couch beside Ali, a smokey look in her eyes as an ivory drop began to bead at the tip of her throbbing nipple. "What, have you lost your taste for titty in the last three years? What a tragedy."

"S-Shut up." Ali tried her best to keep pouting as she slowly slid into Febee's lap. "You're a tragedy."

"Well gosh Anais, how fuckin' witty. Now will you hurry the fuck up?" The elf grimaced in annoyance at the scholar's faux-reluctant pace. "These fat bitches are heavy outside of my bra."

"Hmph." Ali settled back against Febee's supple thighs, her face a mask of annoyance but her hands moving with reverence as they began to wrap around one head-and-a-half-sized breast. "If they're such a burden, why even get the damn things?"

Febee shot Ali a flat look. "I love these tits. They make me so much money. Let's go."

"Well I think that mlph--!" Ali's rejoinder was left gurgling on the back of her throat as Febee leaned forward, shoving one teat-sized nipple straight into her companion's mouth. The scholar back to suck on reflex, immediately rewarded with a heavy stream of sweet, creamy milk. Ali could only hum in delight, squishing her face more insistently against the marshmallowy wall of Febee's udder as she indulged in increasingly deep gulps. Fuck, was it just a fault of the memory, or did Febee taste better than ever? She was goddamn delicious before, but now? Maybe it was some new mod treatment, maybe it was the improving effects of age, but whatever it was there was no doubt in Ali's mind that her childhood friend now lugged around gallon upon gallon of the Premium Plus shit everywhere she went.

Febee hissed in relief, slumping back against the sofa as she lightly toyed with Ali's black, silky hair. "Fffuck, that's good. Was so fucking full..." She smiled in play-acting sweetness, cooing down at Ali as she massaged her fingers deeper into her hair. "Does that taste nice? Is Big Sis making you feel good, hm~?"

Ali still had enough dignity to roll her eyes at Febee's act, even as she guzzled more and more of her milk. Febee was hot, sure, but Ali didn't exactly go for this type of--

-mommy fetish AQUIRED-

Aw no fucking really?! Ali could only whine in annoyance as she shuddered in Febee's lap, buckling under the all-too-familiar sensation of new desires being downloaded directly into her brain. Fucking Auto-Correct. It was far too late now though, the little coos and soothing strokes Ali rolled her eyes at moments ago now sending shivers straight to the woman's groin. It might have been possible for cow-titted elf to miss exactly how wet her friend was rapidly becoming? But there was no chance in hell she could miss the insistent throb of Ali's erection as it pressed against her tummy.

"Oh~? What's this~?" Febee maneuvered her arm around the overwhelming bulk of her breasts, delicately hooking a finger into the bottom of Ali's straining leotard. She gave a light pull, giggling in wicked delight as Ali's girlcock popped needily out of its prison. "You're sooo hard~...D'you want Big Sis to take care of you? Hm~?"

There simply wasn't another choice. Ali nodded against the unyielding softness of Febee's breast, still suckling as if her life depended on it. Dignity had been thrown completely out the window by this point, and Ali was completely willing to give Febee exactly what she wanted.

Febee cocked an eyebrow, her games momentarily paused as Ali mumbled something into her boob. "What was that?" Ali mumbled again and Febee sighed, carefully pulling her breast back far enough to unlock the scholar's face. "What are you trying to say?"

"P-please?" Ali pleaded, only partly from trying to play along. "Please take care of me? Big Sis?"

The elf stared down at her friend's hopeful face for a moment, then smooshed her face back into her still heavily laden udder and wrapped her fingers around the woman's twitching shaft. "Mmm, okay. Since you asked Big Sis so nicely~"

Ali groaned in bliss, her mind floating in a milky sea of comfort as she humped into Febee's skillful hand. Her entire world had become nothing but creamy milk and soothing whispers and shuddering pleasure, time folding in on itself as she drowned in the delights that were Febee. Even the lance of ecstasy that shot through her as she cam straight up into the air, splattering the couch and her own legs in hot cum, wasn't enough to pull her out of it. Instead, all that came was a deep, inescapable exhaustion, her eyelids sinking and her breath deepening as her insistent pulls on Febee's teat began to slow.

Febee chuckled in something resembling genuine affection, brushing the hair from Ali's sweaty forehead. "There there. Relax, now." She leaned down to lay a gentle kiss on the woman's forehead, leaving her spent penis to flop heavily against her sticky thigh. "You're going to need your rest."

Not that Ali was aware of any of that. She had already begun to slip away, and by the time Febee had carefully extracted herself out from under the woman, she was already fast asleep.

It wasn't until Ali felt something slip out from her side that she began to stir.

"-sure about that?"

"Yeah, look at her. She's fucking conked out like the rest of them. We're fine."

Ali choked down her snort of awakening, forcing herself to remain limp and seemingly asleep. Whoever this was, they'd already removed her gun from her shoulder holster. She was mostly unarmed, very nearly naked, and sprawled out in a room with at least two unknown intruders. Not great odds.

And unless she could continue pretending that she was unconscious, Ali did not have very high hopes for those odds improving.