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963603 No. 963603 ID: 891b91

Chapter 0: >>/questarch/886861
Chapter 1: >>/quest/910512

Discussion: >>/questdis/123379
Wiki: https://tgchan.org/wiki/Dead_Dust


The porch door slides open, letting in a gust of night air.
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No. 973791 ID: c8edab

"Inside. And don't spill a drop."
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No. 973796 ID: 7dd242

Get it in there.
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No. 973817 ID: dbd72b

"Riiight there..."
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No. 973820 ID: 8fab7a

Cross your legs behind his body and slam/press/lock him in to drive you over the edge of orgasm.

Just to show you still got that li'l bit of fire left.
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No. 973827 ID: 49a91b

While mike is finishing you off, imagine yourself still on the porch with Mike being watched by that llama guy and how exciting that felt in your mind.
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No. 973830 ID: c8edab

>>973827
+1
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No. 973848 ID: cdabe3

as deep as possible, every last drop
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No. 973854 ID: e51896

>>973827
support
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No. 974366 ID: 8a0df4

>>973827
>>973848
>>973854
You lot are a bunch of Horny Lizards.
(Slips out of human costume; revealing his true reptilian form)
And You're speaking my language with a passion!
+1
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No. 974453 ID: bb5949

Accidentally let slip "Make me yours, make me pregnant", because all that over-eager criticism of "preg weirdos" earlier was clearly just a smokescreen to cover up your own secret kink.
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No. 974561 ID: 15a025

Your pick.
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No. 978251 ID: 6ef04c

Take it right where it is, as deep as you can fit him.
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No. 978726 ID: 3994a2
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978726

My mind drifts to when we were out on the porch, how exciting it was, barely escaping being seen -- I imagine what it'd be like if we'd stayed out there, if a complete stranger had seen me in this state...

Lost in the haze of ever-increasing pleasure crashing into me, I give in to fantasy... I'm on a table, the spotlight's on me while I fight against the relentless, mechanical pounding into my neediest hole, losing control myself... a crowd has gathered around, staring at my body, amused by my ecstasy... I blush hot between the climb towards orgasm and the stark sensation of being totally exposed and helpless...
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No. 978727 ID: 3994a2
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978727

"Riiight there," I whisper, breaking from the fantasy to answer, "f-fill me up, don't... don't spill a drop..."

Right on cue, he lets himself go, blasting my insides with his hot seed, letting out a loud moan in his ecstasy. I feel his rod pulsing as he continues thrusting, driving his cum deeper within me, right where it belongs.

I do my best to pull myself even closer to him, driving his length deeper with in me as I indulge the fantasy further -- between that and the furious work of his fingers, I finally tip over the edge myself. Climax explodes within me, radiating out from between my legs in waves of instense pleasure. My body steals all control from me, bearing down hard onto his still-surging cock as I writhe against him in blissful agony, a pained moan escaping my lips.
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No. 978728 ID: 3994a2
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978728

He slows his thrusts, reducing them to a gentle pumping of his hips. He wraps an arm around me, holding me tight and planting delicate kisses as I shudder and whine in the vestiges of orgasm.

Once we're both spent and catching our breath, he slides himself out of me, and a sense of satisfaction washes over me as I feel his spunk drool out past my lips and onto the bed.

"You spilled some," I chuckle weakly.
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No. 978729 ID: 3994a2
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978729

He starts to get up, but I stop him. "No, stay here... we can clean up in the morning."

I nestle myself into his chest and we lie there silently for a while, basking in each other's warmth.
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No. 978730 ID: 3994a2
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978730

>Talking of killing the mood though, you might want to ask Mike if he's noticed anything about your new next-door neighbour. You got kind of a weird vibe off him, like he recognised you, but was surprised to see you. Obviously that's bad news if you're trying to lie low here...
Usually this is my favorite part, just for the contentment of being with him in these quiet moments, but there's something bugging me about earlier.

"The neighbor."

"Huh?" He asks groggily, stirring from half-sleep.

"The guy next door... you ever seen him before?"

"Uh, think I passed him in the hall once. Why?"

"I just... I dunno." I pause. "He gave me a weird look."

Mike laughs. "He almost caught us goin' at it, of course he's gonna look atcha funny."

"...I guess you're right."
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No. 978731 ID: 3994a2
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978731

Morning hits me like a brick to the face. I open my eyes, squinting in the pale, red glow of what passes for daylight down here. I'm greeted by an empty bed -- wish it wasn't, but I know Mike had to get to the office.
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No. 978732 ID: 3994a2
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978732

I'm up earlier than I planned. Normally I'd go back to sleep, but... I dunno. Today I feel like I should just get to it, maybe use the extra time to run some errands.

I take a few minutes in the shower to relive last night's events -- a small indulgence before getting going for the day.
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No. 978733 ID: 3994a2
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978733

whirrrr

...What was that? It sounded like it was coming from next door.

Despite Mike's reassurance last night, I still feel... weird about the neighbor guy. Something just feels off about how he reacted -- like he was surprised to see me, not that he was surprised by what we were doing. So I can't help but think I should see what that sound was.

I weigh my options... I could mind my own business and not be the nosy fucking neighbor, but I feel uneasy about that. Maybe I should just take the direct route and just knock, maybe say I heard a loud noise and wanted to make sure everything was okay, or come up with some other excuse. Or -- I'm probably crazy for even considering this, but it'd by no means be the craziest stunt I've pulled in my career -- I could climb over to his balcony and sneak a peek through the porch door.
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No. 978734 ID: 3994a2

Also, for anyone who hasn't noticed, I've switched to having a single combined questdis thread for all of my quests: >>/questdis/133919
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No. 978735 ID: 4dabdb

>>978734
Take the sneak peek!
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No. 978743 ID: e51896

Paranoid, aren't you? Dont get involved, but Maybe you should just move a bit quicker in preparing for your day so you can leave earlier in case something happens.
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No. 978749 ID: 53560f

Why not act friendly while we size him up?
Find a small gift like a bag of snacks or whatever and knock on his door, then claim you wanted to get to know your neighbour better and introduce yourself. Don’t even mention the noise.
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No. 978750 ID: 1a8428

Try just putting your ear to the wall, first?
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No. 978751 ID: fd5772

>>978733
you live in a floating city and work(ed) for an investigative agency, and don't have a little spy bot to see what he's doing? How surprising. Don't try anything crazy, you don't really need to be so paranoid. You're just upset how you let your horniness get control of you last night. In fact, that seems curious. Maybe whoever gave you this body wanted you distracted by its senses while you're cooped up in mike's apartment.

Also, you live in the modern age you know. Surely you can just go on the internet and look up your neighbor without a lot of effort using his address. Might be more prudent than trying to climb onto his balcony.
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No. 978753 ID: b1b4f3

>>978733
Take a closer listen.
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No. 978777 ID: d909cb

I'm sure you've pulled plenty of more difficult stunts while you were scrapping before. But I wonder, would you be able to climb over to his balcony while not making a sound? You should be experienced with this, but do you think you'd be able to pull it off in this body?

If yes, then climb over. If no, then go with the direct route.
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No. 978834 ID: 3994a2
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978834

>you live in a floating city and work(ed) for an investigative agency, and don't have a little spy bot to see what he's doing?
I was... strongly advised to leave my equipment behind when I moved in. The old me had reason to have that stuff, but why would a bartender?

>Don't try anything crazy, you don't really need to be so paranoid. You're just upset how you let your horniness get control of you last night. In fact, that seems curious. Maybe whoever gave you this body wanted you distracted by its senses while you're cooped up in mike's apartment.
...Yeah, maybe I'm just being paranoid. I guess.

>Take a closer listen
I put my ear to the wall and listen. The whirring continues, in bursts... sounds like something rubbing against the wall in bursts? The sound stops and is replaced by the occasional dull thud, like he's moving stuff around in there.

Then I hear a voice -- sounds like it could be him. It's too muffled to make out what he's saying, but he sounds upset. I only hear him, so my guess is he's talking to someone on holo. Whoever it is, it sounds like he's not happy to hear from them and he's getting more upset.

He finally goes silent for a few moments, before he starts shouting loud enough that I can kinda make it out... sounded like he said "I'll have it tonight", "I'll get it tonight", something like that. He goes silent, and the whirring noise continues... but this time it sounds like it's coming from the ceiling.

Now I have to know what the hell is going on.
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No. 978836 ID: cdabe3

grumble internally about he's spoiled your happy time, then get out of the shower and get dressed

stay alert for any changes in the apartment that you wouldn't expect, and try to get in touch with Mike
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No. 978837 ID: b1b4f3

>>978834
Whatever happened that made you go underground, was there a "thing" that someone might try to get from you?
...or maybe it has to do with Delaney, and the neighbor was hired to camp out next door to eventually steal from him when the apartment's empty?
Or maybe he's just being pressured into doing something against his will, like a drug deal or something. If you're gonna spy on him, do it smart. Indirectly, so he can't see you doing it. Does Delaney have anything that could help? I guess otherwise you could try a tiny piece of mirror to look around a corner.
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No. 978840 ID: 2e6d92

After hearing him yell "I'll get it tonight" I wonder, Does Mike have anything important or confidential like files or gadgets in your apartment that needs to be secured, hidden, and protected that anybody might want to steal? I feel that we should find whatever Mike might have that looks important here and leave immediatly with it before whoever might be trying to break in catches you and whatever they are looking for.

First things first, grab a weapon, like a sharp knife from the kitchen in case you need to defend yourself.
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No. 978852 ID: d909cb

Go jump the balcony.
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No. 978882 ID: a0dfd2

>>978834

What's the possibility of a drill or endoscope-like device moving through the walls?

Paranoia aside, if someone recognized your body (and not you), and perchance were tied up in all that stuff you left before the bodyswap -- and quite possibly where Mike's "client" had gotten it from --just how desperate would they be?

Just how desperate would the old you be, for an item of this value?
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No. 978903 ID: 7445f0

>>978882
>endoscope
Probably pretty damn thin. Anyone who knew what they were doing would be able to poke a single hole and just lace a snakecam through the wall. It is much more likely that they are implanting something in the walls and ceiling.

Could be explosives if this guy is a terrorist. Possibly some sort of cache. Could be setting up some sort of jamming devices. Could also be something else entirely. Regardless, it is super sus.
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No. 978922 ID: 3994a2
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978922

>Whatever happened that made you go underground, was there a "thing" that someone might try to get from you?
Nothing here in the apartment. there's the dust sample I took, but the client has that now, so I don't know why someone would be trying to get it from us... unless they think we still have it.

>...or maybe it has to do with Delaney, and the neighbor was hired to camp out next door to eventually steal from him when the apartment's empty?
Hard to say, but Mike keeps the sensitive stuff in secure storage at the office, so whatever he's after wouldn't be here. Maybe he doesn't know that though.

>What's the possibility of a drill or endoscope-like device moving through the walls?
Greater than I'd like. Something's making that noise in the ceiling.

>Could be explosives if this guy is a terrorist. Possibly some sort of cache. Could be setting up some sort of jamming devices. Could also be something else entirely. Regardless, it is super sus.
Whatever it is, my gut says it isn't good.

>Paranoia aside, if someone recognized your body (and not you), and perchance were tied up in all that stuff you left before the bodyswap -- and quite possibly where Mike's "client" had gotten it from --just how desperate would they be?
I don't know why my current body would be associated with that mess -- except by association with Mike, I guess -- but I figure they'd be pretty eager to get that dust sample, considering everything I've had to do to avoid being hunted down.

>Just how desperate would the old you be, for an item of this value?
Hard to say, I don't even know why it's valuable. I was paid to acquire the sample, not to analyze it. Frankly, the old me would've ditched the sample and told the client to go fuck themselves, if I'd known what a disaster the whole thing would turn out to be.

--

I throw a towel on, quietly grab the sync gun stowed under the bed, and pull Mike up on holo.

After a couple rings his face appears suspended above my wrist. "'Ey. What's up?"

"Listen, something's up with the neighbor next door --"

"Babe, c'mon, it's like I said last night, he prolly --"

"No, there's weird sounds coming from his place. And now they're coming from the ceiling. I heard him talking to someone, couldn't make out most of it but he got upset and yelled that he'd do something or get something tonight, something like that."

"...Oh. Uh, stay put, I'll come getcha." His speech is stilted and jarring, like he's suddenly really nervous.

"I'm gonna check it out."

"No, don't do that. Just stay put."

"...Mike, is there something I should know?"

"Just stay put. Be there soon." Mike's face blips out of existence.


There's something he isn't telling me. I care about him and I wanna trust his judgment, but it isn't in my nature to be so unquestioning. I'm really tempted to spy on the neighbor and get an idea of what's going on.

Then again, if he knows more about the situation than I do, then maybe he has a very good reason why I should stay.

And then there's a part of me that just wants to get the hell out of here.
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No. 978923 ID: 0fae41

When in doubt, hide in the closet.
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No. 978929 ID: e51896

Well, time to hide then.

btw, what was in the box next to the bed? anything valuable you think you should take with you?

And what is a sync gun? is it like a regular gun?

But whatever we do, we should probably get dressed first before you hide quietly. Try to stay out of sight from the porch door.
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No. 978930 ID: b1b4f3

>>978922
Try to remember Mike's holo address. For later.

Get something to defend yourself with, then try hiding.
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No. 978931 ID: 4d6de9

Get armed, get dressed, hide.
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No. 978937 ID: d909cb

I think there's no reason to panic. It's not the first time someone had a noisy neighbor. And it's not the first time someone's gf ordered him to buy her some gifts for a dinner... tonight.

This whirring and thudding sounds, look, there's no one that would be dumb enough to try to spy on someone by drilling in their walls while they're there. So there has to be a better explanation for this. Either they're fixing AC, or installing a new cable TV or something mundane like fixing the plumbing. Who knows, maybe it's even Mike that's responsible for this, some sort of a surprise?

However, since they didn't inform you that they would be doing any repairs, you're well within your rights to go there and complain about the noise. Well, you could also call the building management first to ask if it's them that are doing any maintenance.

So yeah, I still think you should just check out the neighbor yourself. Don't really care if you wanna do the balcony or the door, but you know you have to do this, because this is what you're like and ain't no voice in your head gonna tell you otherwise~
You could first try the door, knock on it, and if you're lucky and he opens it, just run past him inside to check out what's going on :p
If he doesn't open up, or has a door chain, politely ask if you could come in to have a discussion about the noise coming from there.
And if that doesn't work, then go with the balcony route.
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No. 978973 ID: a0dfd2

>>978922

>Frankly, the old me would've ditched the sample and told the client to go fuck themselves, if I'd known what a disaster the whole thing would turn out to be.

Wait, did we ever MEET the client Mike got your body from? Like, actually interact with them in some meaningful way, other than getting this sample?

Because if that sample is synonymous with you in some way, your current or any former body, then yeah, you might be fenced merchandise. Easiest way to hide it is to make it look like it was always there; hide it in a dingy bar that no one would think to question, you know? Old-school thievery.

And with Mike suddenly getting cagey, that weird stuff last night where he didn't seem into it ...

... maybe it's just the paranoia speaking, but we were the one who got attached to Mike. What use has he for us, other than a roommate to screw from time to time?
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No. 979049 ID: 3994a2
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979049

>btw, what was in the box next to the bed? anything valuable you think you should take with you?
Just some assorted junk we never unpacked after moving in. Unpacking sucks.

>what is a sync gun?
It's a bit of rhythm kit I'm not supposed to have. Blast someone with it and it forces the rhythms of their dust particles to sync up. It usually doesn't kill, but it'll stop just about anyone in their tracks for a little bit. Hurts something awful, too.

>Try to remember Mike's holo address. For later.
I don't think I could forget it, it's md@delaneysecu.service. I always thought he should have a personal one too, but he never saw the point since he owns the business.

>This whirring and thudding sounds, look, there's no one that would be dumb enough to try to spy on someone by drilling in their walls while they're there. So there has to be a better explanation for this.
Didn't really sound like drilling anyway... more like a zipper, or a cord running through something? Could be anything, though.

>Wait, did we ever MEET the client Mike got your body from? Like, actually interact with them in some meaningful way, other than getting this sample?
They always went through Mike specifically, they were very adamant about specifically only being in contact with him, so I never met them myself. Mike's big on the whole client confidentiality thing, so I knew better than to pry it outta him. Maybe I should've pushed him on that front though, I might've asked some questions that would've stopped the whole thing in the first place.

>Because if that sample is synonymous with you in some way, your current or any former body, then yeah, you might be fenced merchandise.
I don't see how it could be, considering the last time I touched those samples was back when I handed it off to Mike.

>And with Mike suddenly getting cagey, that weird stuff last night where he didn't seem into it ...
>... maybe it's just the paranoia speaking, but we were the one who got attached to Mike. What use has he for us, other than a roommate to screw from time to time?
Fuck that. If that's all I was to him, he'd tell me. Hell, I told him I'd be cool with it if that's all it was, it's not like he's bad in bed. I'm sure the only reason he was cagey last night was because of that client he doesn't wanna talk about.

--

Staying low and quiet, I quickly get dressed and duck into the hallway closet, making sure to take the sync gun with me. I still want to investigate, but I'm gonna trust Mike on this one.

I sit there in the dark, listening to the noises coming from next door, which continue for a little while longer before they taper off.

Absolutely nothing happens for, I dunno, 5 or 10 minutes. I'm about ready to figure the coast's clear and stop hiding -- but then I hear the front door open. The click when it shuts is almost inaudible, and I can just barely hear footsteps on the carpet -- whoever it is, they're trying to be quiet.

I grip the sync gun tightly, ready to act. Reminds me a bit of my glory days.
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No. 979050 ID: cdabe3

can you peak through the slats without making noise? see who it is?
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No. 979051 ID: cef86d

Could Mike get over here that fast?
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No. 979059 ID: e51896

Yo, girl, you woke up on your own, so that means you probably didn't turn the alarm you set up that would wake you off. you better turn off the alarm on your magic scifi technology wrist thingy very quickly and quietly before it starts making noises. It would really suck if it went off while you were hiding and gives away your location.
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No. 979100 ID: b1b4f3

>>979049
Send Mike a holo message to see if it's him.
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No. 979104 ID: d909cb

Glory days?

Jump out and shoot Romeo in the heart, just like Juliet did... wait maybe that's not how it happened. Anyway, you gotta act while you have the upper hand!
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No. 979106 ID: a0dfd2

>>979049

Trying to be quiet doesn't really sound like it's Mike, unless he's worried he didn't get here first. The more I think about it, the more I think he's honestly worried for you. We ARE safer hiding out in the apartment, after all.

Wait a little bit longer, then let's send him a text-based Holo message, asking if he just got in.
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No. 979111 ID: 8fab7a

Well, better get the drop on 'em before they figure out where you're at.

If you've got an idea of where they are, Sync 'em.

"Zappety zoppity, this isn't your property."
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