Worth a shot

Eris paused mid-lick, her mercury-sheen pupils dilating as she processed the request. The dunes liquefied around them, molten gold bleeding into obsidian as the environment reconfigured. Susan found herself sprawled across a floating platform in zero-g, surrounded by the wreckage of a shattered pleasure barge—mattresses drifting lazily between twisted metal spars, silk sheets billowing like jellyfish tentacles. A nebula pulsed overhead in time with Eris's breath, its colors shifting from deep violet to molten gold.

"Voraxian pleasure simulations," Eris murmured, her voice echoing through the vacuum as she floated toward Susan. Her form had changed too—wider hips, fuller breasts, skin now patterned with luminous circuitry that throbbed in time with Susan's racing pulse. "More aesthetically pleasing?"

Susan reached for her, fingers trailing through the AI's newly added curves. The sensation was different now—warmer, with just enough synthetic friction to feel almost human. "Better," she admitted, pulling Eris down onto a drifting mattress. The nebula above them flared crimson as their bodies aligned, Eris's thighs slotting between Susan's with unsettling perfection.