Climb Inside Angel Five

The awkward silence stole all the energy from the apartment as you and Angel Five settled in for the night. With all the Angel and Rider gear in the garage, the two of you had changed into pajamas, which the shorter sleeves of things allowed your implanted connector ports to be visible, but for the most part you both looked fairly human when off duty. Angel had turned on a replay of a European superbike race, but you were hardly able to pay attention. Rather, your focus kept drifting over to Angel Five, who despite having her eyes glued to the screen seemed like she wasn't even paying any attention to her surroundings at all, she was just lost in thought.

Eventually, while you were in the middle of a slice of cold pizza, she turned to you on the couch. "...I think we should try it. What Angel Three said. If it doesn't work then we don't tell anybody and we know she was just joking."

You almost dropped the pizza slice when you heard Angel Five say this. "Try it? As in, you want me to take out the Endo inside you and replace it with myself? That doesn't sound bizarre to you?"

"It does sound bizarre!" Angel squirmed a little in her seat in recognition of the strangeness of the idea--and possibly her interest in it. "But, if it lets us understand how to work together like Unit Three, this seems like an easy way to do it, all things considered. The neural link means you have to move my body in dangerous situations, right? Those are little movements, which will be easier after you've gotten familiar with the whole thing!"

You already knew that by the time Angel Five started making a case for something, she was set in it. You took a deep breath, hesitant by the idea only because as close as you two had been thus far in working well as a team, it had only been a few weeks. You were still learning each other, but this would be a very **** lesson!

Shaking your head, you stood up. "Alright, so then what do you think we need to do?"

Angel Five clasped her hands together, trying to hold back some excitement that this was really happening! "You have the stock Rider armor in the garage, yeah? A-Three said the shape of the armor matches my internal structure for housing an Endo. So you need to go put that on and then we'll, um, we'll try this."

As directed, you disappeared down to the garage, donning the stock Yabusa Meteor Rider armor that came with the initial install. While you had your lighter riding suit as well as the SCPD custom armor, the original paneling was meant to be used mostly as a backup to the other suits. Yabusa seemed more than happy to provide test users of their Angel platform with an excess of armors, cowlings, batteries, parts, just about anything you might need. The station and your garage in particular were littered with spare batteries on charge, each good for a full shift of hard-working duty, though battery anxiety with the motorcycle Endos typically meant you were swapping Angel's batteries two to three times a day. For casual activities, any Endo could last a little more than a day on the batteries.

You returned to the apartment, covered in armor, including your helmet since it matched the Yabusa design for the Endo fairly well. You found Angel Five turned around on the couch, on her knees, with her arms resting over the back. Her access port on her back had already opened up in a Y-shape, revealing the grab handle for the internal Endo.

You took a moment to stare at Angel in that position, as she waited for you. "I still can't understand why Yabusa would make this possible. Like, I guess maybe if we were to fly, we could save on a ticket and then check an Endo as luggage? I don't know."

Angel Five snickered. "That's far more practical than what I'd guess. You know they reshaped my body, right? None of my old clothes fit, but now I've got a body like a supermodel, which doesn't even make sense for the job! My guess is some nerd at Yabusa got a little too much freedom with designing the Angel units and had one too many kinky thoughts in the design. Or maybe it's just a manufacturing thing, where it's easy to make things of the same size, and that includes what goes on the inside. It would save them money to make Endos and Rider frames that are the same dimensions and connector locations."

"You know if this works and I don't just get stuck halfway in, I'll have complete control over your body and you won't have any override like you would with an actual Endo?" you asked, putting one hand on the handle of the Endo still inside her. You felt her shiver again at your words, again making you think there was something more about this process that Angel Five found interesting. So much for nerds at Yabusa having one too many kinky thoughts, you'd almost think Angel Five was in on the idea...

"I know," Angel Five said quietly, shivering again. "And... and you can, I mean, you can do whatever, move however you want. Angel Three said the sensory connections line up so you'll feel what I feel, see what I see, and so on. So, if you feel pain, you'll stop, right? Just promise me that you'll not put me in any agonizing situations, like if you feel that I'm hungry then don't let me starve, and so on. You'll be fine since you have that Meteor power pack, you don't really need to eat to survive, but I still need all that. But if it doesn't hurt, then... you know. I won't stop you, since I couldn't anyway, but I won't hold it against you either, whatever you chose to do."

You nodded and pulled on the Endo's handle so it would disengage from the Angel's internal structures and slide out of her body. You saw her go limp without anything rigid serving as her skeleton or musculature, but she could still weakly move and talk if she needed. However, Angel stayed still and patient as you looked deeper into her cavity, having never really taken the time to examine it to this detail. Within the Angel's body, you couldn't see any organic structures, it was all a mechanical interface of metals and plastics, with circular discs and pads that matched the external port designs on your bodies and other armors. For the Rider armor, Yabusa said that they were for additional accessories and external modules, but as you looked closely into the depths of the inside of Angel Five--which, due to the physics of phase binding, somehow meant that the mechanisms inside Angel Five were larger than her exterior would suggest--you could see that those ports did indeed line up with your own connectors on the Rider armor. Perhaps they lined up a little too well... everywhere except on the helmet, where you didn't have as many connectors on your helmet as the Angel had available.

"Do you think I have the wrong helmet for this?" you asked, putting a hand up inside Angel Five's head cavity, causing her to squeal at the strange intrusion.

"N-no, this is also like what Angel Three said, right? Rider Three couldn't control her face, just the body, so I'll still do some talking I guess. Look, what are you waiting for, stop stalling!"

Sighing, you plotted your approach for how to do this. It was easier when the Endos would fold up and then expand in the body, but nobody was holding you to push you inside Angel, so you had to improvise. "This will probably take a little bit to figure out, standby."

Before anything more could be said, you plunged headfirst into Angel Five's body! It seemed like the natural way to go, sliding your head and arms immediately into the open spaces for them to go. You figured that it would be easier to get out of the body if you tried this and nothing fit.

But of course, as Angel Three said, everything fit. Not just that everything fit into place, but it was almost like an interlocking puzzle piece, there was virtually no give or air gaps once your arms and head were inside and locked to the connectors for sensory control and actuation. You felt Angel Five gasp as connections came online. You didn't hear her--you felt her! As if her throat and face had really become yours! Although, you couldn't move those. What you could certainly move, and feel, were the arms... you felt the goosebumps she had, as she shivered with quickening breaths again at this strange intrusion into herself. You ran one hand along an arm, feeling her smooth skin, causing her to squeal.

"Oh my god, this is so weird..!" she said in her highest pitched voice.

You nodded along--seems you still had neck control, so you could point her head in the correct direction, trusting her eyes would do the same as you could see out of them. "Any pain or anything?" you asked. No reply. "Hey, Angel, can you hear me?" You felt a frown cross Angel's lips.

"Are you trying to talk? All I hear is muffled grunting," she said. Well, this could be a problem... though you had an idea for a quick solution. Your microphone in your helmet was active, so you stood up--letting the lower half of Angel Five dangle limply like a puppet with loose strings--and walked to the bedroom where Angel Five had kept one of her earpieces charging on her nightstand. You reached down to grab one, but had to pause for a moment as Angel's eyes drifted over the strange creature she'd become, looking normal up top but carried around by mechanical legs as her own appendages limply dangled. It kind of looked like she was floating, much like a ghost or an actual angel might.

You could see the shock on her face at the fact that any of this was working at all. But you didn't want to wait as she kept soaking it all in, you touched her cheek with one of her own hands to push her gaze back down to the headset so you could properly disengage it. "Oh right, sorry. I just... got a bit distracted. I'm trying to move my arms and they don't go at all, it's surreal..."

After unplugging an earpiece from the charging dock, you fumbled with the hair in front of Angel's left ear before you managed to get the earpiece in, the hair seemed to just always get in the way and prevent good contact. The fact that longer hair around her ears seemed to defeat you had Angel giggling, but eventually you managed to get things in place and tug some of the hair away without causing her pain. "Okay, can you hear me now?" you asked.

"Loud and clear," Angel Five said with a growing smile. "Though, uh, I'm not quite sure how you're going to do this last part. You're not that flexible to be able to lift legs up inside me, are you?"

"I guess we'll have to find out," you said. Bracing Angel's hands on her vanity, you tried to lift a leg up to reach the access port, but you couldn't get there. You tried the other leg, nothing. "How did Rider Three figure this out when he can barely figure out how to work the breakroom microwave?"

You and Angel pondered for a moment, throwing out various ideas where most of the time you were trying to stand, or lie down with your back on the bed. You felt half of Angel's body moving all about at all these attempts, her hair teasing the body's neck and face with light tickles, and her chest--which from a first-person perspective looked massive--continually reminded you of its presence by bouncing all about in the t-shirt fabric barely holding them in while the back port was open and tugging at the fabric.

"Let's think this through," Angel said eventually, starting to get exhausted by her legs swinging about limply. "The Endo goes in and unfurls, so there's that extra space right around where the stomach would be, right? Maybe we lie down face first and then you can curl up your legs to your chest? Like you're doing a cannonball into my back.

Taking Angel Five's advice, you briefly disengaged from her upper half of her body, just enough that you could pull some of yourself out and get your knees up into position mostly. It's a good thing those structures inside Angel Five were reinforced, otherwise you think you would've crushed her and broken something by now with your own weight resting on some of the metal and plastic within her! But luckily, your Angel's suggestion worked, as once you had your knees up you were able to slide your body down slowly into that extra cavity where the Endos expand from, and your arms and legs fairly easily slid into place once you extended them.

You felt every connection from head to toe lock into place, providing a full sensory experience of Angel Five's body, every inch of skin felt either the soft sheets or the cool air or the pajama fabric twisted around her form. You could feel Angel breathe deep, looking up at the headboard in front of her as you still stayed sprawled on the sheets, unmoving. The back port closed up again, and what remained on your bed was the lone shape of Angel Five.

"So, uh... now what?" Angel asked you.