It's gonna take a while... focus on Angel Seven tonight

Angel Five sat mostly still for a moment, sort of as if she'd forgotten that she needed to move on her own now with you outside of her. Stretching her arms up, she paused. "...ooh, that felt a little weird. Tex, can you hear me? What are you doing?"

One of the ports in Angel Five's hand--one used to connect to the front wheel axle--opened, and a little orange blob appeared. "My apologies. I'm merely restructuring your internal frame to make it more efficiently connect to your body and an Endo. Does it hurt?"

Angel Five shook her head. "Just... felt weird. You aren't going to void any warranties, are you?"

"I imagine much of this will feel weird," Tex said, the orange goo exiting the port just enough to wrap around Angel Five's wrist like a bracelet--an external presence while most of the synthetic phase-binding gel was inside the electronics and such. "I am merely accounting for what I think are inconsistencies with Yabusa's phase binder machine. It's a much more delicate process to do it right than what their device currently handles. The way I phase-bind others is much like elaborate stitching patterns woven together. Their way is more like super glue."

Angel Five frowned at the analogy, particularly since if anything looked like glue it was Tex. But, she nodded. "How long is this going to last?"

"There's a lot of work that I would like to do for enhancements that I think will protect you from nanites as well as provide more, hmm, modular access for Rider Five or even Angel Seven to get in and out of you as needed, since you're going to be well-shielded from the destructive nanites. I suppose... hours? Perhaps it would be best to relax in a bed, you can try to sleep as I work through some of these changes, and then I'll work with you on the final biological integration in the morning. That component should go far more quickly."

Angel Five glanced to yourself and to Seven and nodded with a smile. "In that case, I'm going to take my bed, you two can have the guest room."

With a blush, Angel Seven looked up at Five. "You're... you want me to share a bed with Rider Five?"

"I could tell him to stay on the couch if you want, but I think it's more what he wants, given what's going on with your heads. Look, it's kind of like you're conjoined at the brain so I'm going to just consider you to be kind of like one being for now, so do whatever you're gonna do. Fool around, climb inside her like you did me, whatever you like. Just make me breakfast in the morning, okay?"

You nodded. "You know I was going to do that anyway."

"Yeah, I know." She smiled and patted you on the head as she stood up, wandering toward the bedroom. "Goodnight you two. Don't make too much noise either, I want this to be as relaxing as possible if I'm gonna become a nanite-buster."

With Angel Five closing the door behind her, you looked over at Angel Seven, who turned to you with a friendly smile.

"Did you really want to do any of what Angel Five suggested?"

"I, uh..." Seven tapped her chin. "I... don't not want to do it, if that means anything to you. I'm aware that maybe typically I wouldn't jump into things like that with another Rider, but I can't deny at the moment that I feel fine with the idea. You could change that, you know, but... you don't have to. Even once I'm restored to my normal self, I know I'll understand whatever happens right now is simply how everything was destined to happen. It's just strange to be made aware of it--if I hadn't been told, maybe I'd not even notice whatever you did."

"How about we put that to the test, then?" You started to remove your armor, realizing you'd been sitting in it this whole while, which isn't great for comfort on a couch. "We could play some MotoCircuit on the TV, and I'll try to influence things, and you tell me when you think you're doing something you wouldn't normally do."

Angel Seven grinned, clapping her hands together. "That sounds fun! Okay, so. I've never played the game, so go easy on me. But I'll also just be focusing on what you might make me do. How about... a bet. If I get it right three times, you have to clear your mind as much as possible so I can decide the next thing we do. If I get it wrong or miss something three times, you get to pick."

She had to know by now that if it was really your preferences that dictated her cognition, whatever she picked would be something you wanted anyway... but if it made her more comfortable, a deal was a deal. You shook her hand on it. "I'll get the game set up."

Of course you would pick a motorcycle racing game to spend the evening, though you found that despite having never played, Angel Seven kept up surprisingly well in the race, while Angel Five usually crashes immediately then wants to play something else. Maybe the nanite link was giving her a little more of you than you realized?

After getting some sodas between races, you sat down next to Angel Seven again, setting the drink in front of her. She smiled at you, reaching up to pull the band out of her ponytail, swishing her hair back and forth as she got more comfortable. After running a hand through her hair, though, she paused. "...there, that was one! You wanted my hair down, huh?"

You shook your head with a grin. "Strike one, Seven. That one was all you." Angel Seven had a clear read on whether you were lying or not due to the link. She scrunched her nose at the revelation, taking a sip of her soda before turning back to the game for another round.

After a close-fought race, Angel Seven eked out a win against you, despite a serious effort on your part. She stretched her arms up in a quiet celebration, not wanting to be overly loud, but still reveling in her victory. "That one was all me!" she said as she turned around, getting on her knees and leaning on your lap to gloat up at you.

This time, you did decide to test some influence, with what you figured would be an easy one for her to catch. You couldn't really help yourself, what with her cleavage right before you, dangling in front of your eyes! "You know, I'm better at these games than I thought," Angel Seven said as her hands reached to your pants, teasing slowly at the button and zipper. "I used to play those kart-racing games with my cousins, they were really competitive, so I think I had some help there." Her hands grasped at your undone pants, peeling back the fabric as you lifted your hips slightly to make removal less of a chore. "Also, did you know that I've ridden bikes before? I think it makes me a pretty good Angel, I've got that experience. Clearly it makes me good at this game too!" Delicate fingers grasped at your boxers, tugging them down slowly until your erection was clearly visible.

However, it wasn't until Angel Seven had her hands softly wrapped around your shaft and nearly had her lips touching the tip that she glanced down, and then back up, lips curling upward again. "Something tells me this one is your doing," she said, a giggle underscoring her words.

"You got me, that one I did do," you said. "One for you, one for me, I guess I'll have to stop influencing you again for a bit."

"...I didn't say you had to stop."

Her mind, being guided by yours, seemed eager to follow through with what had already started! Eyes up at you, she slowly descended until her lips parted to pull in the tip of your cock into the warmth of her mouth, slowly pushing further and further down as you disappeared inside her. She propped herself up on your knees to get a better vantage point as you twitched a little, but she kept her eyes looking upward at you all the while, tongue gliding along your length as she acted so casually in the moment!

Of course, as you pictured something in your mind, moments later it came to pass. While Angel Seven's head bobbed up and down, her left hand reached down to grasp at her chest, squeezing her breasts through the fabric, and then reaching underneath. Removing the shirt would mean removing her mouth from your body, so you pictured her continuing everything she was doing now, speeding up and slowing down, seeing how precisely you could control her rhythm! Even her moans were at your command, forcing her to grunt and groan as she slurped at your body, bracing against you with one arm while the other acted like a rogue agent to play with her body, gripping at her ass next and squeezing it while you watched.

Naturally, you couldn't last long as this woman was puppeteered to hit every spot perfectly, since you knew where you wanted her to go and what you wanted her to do she perfomed it all flawlessly! And without any sort of hesitation, either. You felt yourself coming, but didn't announce it, and Angel Seven seemed to just know to be prepared for what was inbound, keeping everything in her throat and eagerly swallowing it, before she pulled away, breathing deep through her nose.

"I can safely say that I've never done multiple things that you just made me do," she said with a bit of a smirk. "So, I think I win this little game of ours."

You feigned a sigh of defeat. "Oh no, I guess I'll have to give that to you. Very well, champion of the MotoCircuit track and winner of our bet. What do you want us to do, Angel Seven?"