Turned into an tap (DARK)

One Rocketgirl shard was converted into a metal spout. Another was converted into a rubber stopper, ridged with a hole down her center. As with every transformation Ms Kyoto inflicted on the Rocketgirl shards, the experience of becoming these things was uncomfortable and surreal. It wasn't exactly painful but it involved a lot of physical manipulations of the shape and size of what, for all practical purposes, was her body.

In the end, the two pieces were wedged together, and this is where the sensations really started to overwhelm the heroine. For the first time, she felt herself; all the Rocketgirl shards felt the sensations of both the rubber stopper receiving the metal and the metal spout squeezing into the rubber stopper. Because of the way Ms Kyoto had designed both pieces, it felt to Rocketgirl a bit like sex: she was male and female genitalia; she was a metal cock sliding into a rubber pussy, and she was a rubber pussy squeezing a metal cock.

She was both sex partners. Except all the other Rocketgirl shards, which felt like both sex partners but were neither. This was by far the trippiest thing Ms Kyoto had done with any of the Rocketgirl shards yet. And considering what Ms Kyoto had done to other Rocketgirl shards, this was saying a lot.

Adding to the sexual sensation, of course, was the fact that Ms Kyoto's fingers were touching both pieces, twisting them together, moving about both of her bodies as she ensured a tight fit.

When it was done, Ms Kyoto held in her palm a perfect tap to dispense booze from a bottle. She smiled down at it and then pressed it lovingly to her breast. Rocketgirl felt Ms Kyoto's warm flesh and heartbeat for several long minutes as Ms Kyoto carried her to a strip club. "Afternoon, Floyd!" Ms Kyoto's booming voice called, and Rocketgirl felt her voice reverberate through her intertwined bodies.

"And here we are," Ms Kyoto said more softly, removing Rocketgirl from her chest and cupping her just under her lips. Rocketgirl stared up at Ms Kyoto's mouth as she whispered, "Now which bottle should become your new home?" Ms Kyoto showed the two Rocketgirls a fully stocked bar with shelves of liquor bottles all inverted with taps installed on their necks. Taps just like her.

"Rum, gin, whiskey, no wait, I've got it... Absinthe. Perfect. " She placed the Rocketgirl tap on the wet, sticky bar and the two Rocketgirls, still caught in their perpetual sexual stimulation of one another, watched with growing trepidation as Ms Kyoto unseated the nearly full absinthe bottle from its holster, unscrewed the tap on its neck, and tossed it in the garbage bin.

She picked up the intertwined Rocketgirls and beamed down at them. "I think you'll really enjoy this. The most potent **** there is here at the Kitty's Cunt strip club. Very expensive and rarely ordered, but with the way we store the bottles here, it will all go straight to your head," she said, poking the rubber Rocketgirl. "And you'll have a perfect view of the stage from here, too," she said, gesturing behind her for the Rocketgirls to see. "Mmm, I'm almost jealous. You're perpetually having sex with one another, you're about to be so drunk you'll likely have a hallucinogenic trip for the rest of your lives, you'll get to watch all those sexy women entertain you, and to top it all off, you'll still experience everything I do to the rest of the Rocketgirls."

She brought the Rocketgirl taps up to her face and kissed them. Then she ran her tongue around the rubber Rocketgirl and licked the bit of the metal Rocketgirl shaft that would enter the absinthe bottle. "I hope you enjoyed that, but really it wasn't for you. It was for whatever big spenders do order absinthe in this bar. They won't know it, but they'll get a little taste of me along with a little taste of you."

Then Rocketgirl was lifted into the air and saw the approaching absinthe bottle. With some effort, she was squeezed into the bottle and rotated and wiggled until she fit tightly inside. The strong smell of the **** wafted up to her and made her dizzy. Then she was rotated upside down as Ms Kyoto fitted the bottle back onto the rack.

Absinthe flooded her body and as predicted, she was drunk within seconds. Everything smelled like anise and ****, even the other Rocketgirl's body, even their perpetual sexual act. Everything became tinted with the color and odor of the absinthe.

There was a pinching sensation and mild disorientation as Ms Kyoto poured herself a drink, the absinthe flowing all the way through both Rocketgirls as they in turn sprayed it into a glass. The sensation was not unlike cumming.

"Here's to you, Rocketgirl," Ms Kyoto toasted them, downing the absinthe neat, slamming the glass on the bar, and leaving without a glance behind her.