Helion

Eve and Carmine spent a few tender moments basking in the newly established foundations of their blossoming relationship. As it happened, it wasn't terribly difficult to overlook some minor manipulation when one of them was an inhuman clump of code and metal and the other was gestating an abomination of a god. A few whitebois had come snooping but either fled at the sight of the bodies or were terminated if they wandered too close to the loving couple.

“Well, as lovely as it may be lounging in your luxurious lap, I do believe we have a world to uplift. We should probably rescue that Dellenworth girl while we're at it. I did promise Gloria I would.” Eve stood, stretching a hand out to Carmine, which she took as she stood as well.

"Well, that shouldn't take long; the losers that bailed from the apartment didn't bother hiding their faces, so I fed that data to your aerial drone, and it's currently following their shitty little scrap heap down Townsend Street towards the filtration plant. How much do you want to bet they're dumb enough to think they managed to get away?”

Eve shook her head. “Nah, no way I'm taking that bet; there's only one answer, and it's a loss for me every time. Stupid cunts couldn't hide in a black fuckhole. C'mon, do another lap so I can spread my... whimsy... with the rest of the folk on this floor before we bring the building down.”

Carmine quirked an eyebrow. “You mean, like, the whole thing? Like, with the people still in it?”

Eve shrugged as she started walking down the hall with her arms outstretched to either side. “It's not like any of them will be missed, and before you bring it up, yes, I know that there are black residents here." Eve bit her lip but firmed her resolve. “There was always going to be collateral in this mess; I can't save everyone. It destroys me to sacrifice them like this because they're all innocent. but I'm through with making exceptions and being pushed around by things I can't control. I will drag every last white boi out into the light to face their retribution once and for all by any means necessary.”

Eve spun to face Carmine. “From now on, we're working on open-season terms. Whitebois are to be terminated on sight unless there's some other practical use for them. I'll forgive the white women since they still have their purpose in harboring the seed of kings and mothering their glorious offspring, but we're ending the bloodline one way or another.”

Carmine thought about that as they strolled: “What about the whitebois who are currently owned? I can't imagine many of the black men responsible for them being grateful for stripping them of their property.”

Eve shrugged. “We must all make our contributions to change. Some of that will be involuntary and difficult to adapt to. but the Superior Black Men of Helion will pull through. They always have.”

“And if the government decides that you need to be killed? What happens when they deploy the city guard to get you? What if you're forced to wage a war against the black citizens?”

Eve slowed to a stop in the hall, the swirling colors bleeding from her fingertips slowly running down the wall where she stood. “This is too important now, Carmine. I can't let anyone stand in the way of what I need to do. I wish it didn't need to be this way. Truly, I don't know how I would react if I were faced with that reality. but I can't let anyone take that freedom... not yet.”

Carmine crossed her hands behind her back as Eve started forward again. "It seems to me like we'll be at this for a while then... The reason things turned out how they did after the Race Wars was specifically because eliminating the white race ended up being like trying to cut the head off a hydra.”

Eve snarled before snapping back. “No, they turned out like this because people smelled fucking money. They smelled the opportunity for free labor, free sex, and an inextinguishable resource. Things turned out like this because the wars didn't take things far enough. Everyone knows that to kill a hydra, you need to cauterize the neck. Stop the growth at the source. All those fucking artificial insemination farms, all the seed vaults, and all those disgusting ‘free range' grow-ops in the badlands are prime examples of what needs to be hit first. Destroy the seed; you destroy the race.”

Carmine rolled her eyes and scoffed. “We're just two people. There are hundreds of thousands of plantations on the continent, and you think, what? We'll independently go to each one and raise them to the ground? There's a decent amount of damage I can do through the subnet, but infrastructure is a different matter entirely.” Eve knew Carmine was right; even if they did manage to avoid the City Guard and continue their devastation uninhibited, it would still take them ages to get everything. New ventures would rise in their place like a massive game of whack-a-mole.

Even birthing a Demi-God likely wouldn't be enough, especially not until it truly came into its power through age and training. She needed allies, other God Vessels capable of bringing about the end of the white race; unfortunately, that meant she needed to reach out to other hunters and overcome the monumental task of bringing them up to speed. Assuming they would even listen to what she had to say.

Eve scrolled through her message and found the name she was looking for. If there were even a slight chance of her holding any sway at all... It would be with Cassidy. Shooting a glance at Carmine, Eve drew in a breath and then initiated the call. The line beeped several times before the link was finally accepted. “Eve? What the fuck do you want?”

Eve winced at the husky voice. She hadn't spoken to Cassidy once in the year after their falling out. “Hey Cas-Cassidy, sorry. I know this is out of the blue, but...

Eve paused as muffled screams emanated from the comm feed. “I said SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Cassidy commanded over the line, and Eve picked out the definitive ‘snap’ of a flog against flesh.

“Sorry, Eve, my twink is being a little bitch. NO, YOU FAGGOT! HIPS! BACK! Yes, like that, that's it. Keep going. Anyway, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Eve glanced back at Carmine, who simply had an eyebrow raised in bemusement.

“You… uhhhh, have you been on your commtag at all tonight?”

There was more snapping, and Cassidy grunted with exertion. "Ah, ah, ah, noooo, you have to take it to the base or it doesn't count. C’mon, slut-wiggle those fucking hips for me! Ahhhh, nah, been too busy turning this slut out on my cock all evening. Why? Something go down?” Carmine gave the thumbs up, indicating that Cassidy hadn't used their commtag.

“Yeah, something like that. Listen, I know we didn't have the greatest of partings, but... I was wondering if I could steal you to have a chat. Gonna need another gun, and there's big money on the table for it.”

Cassidy hummed while breathing heavily. “Aight, my place or yours? And don't sweat that shit from last year, babe. Sometimes shit just doesn't work out, and I don't blame you for doing what you did. Honestly, I would have done the same sh*t if I were you. Well, I probably wouldn't have stabbed you in the fucking eye over it, but that's all water under the bridge.”

Carmine's mouth had wrapped around a perfect, cherry red ‘O’ as she eyed Eve in awe. "Ahhhh, listen, I've been meaning to apologize about that again... I'll come to you; my place is... not ready for guests.”

Cassidy laughed before growling, "AHHHH, who the fuck said you could stop?! You've got 500 more reps to get through, cunt! That pussy isn't going to fucking reshape itself! ONE! TWO! THREE! That's right, if you stop again, I'm fucking crushing what's left of your fuckin ovaries. Right on Eve, I'll see you in... what? Like twenty minutes? If I'm still fucking this slut, just let yourself in, Kay? You're a doll!”

And then she hung up. Eve and Carmine just stared at each other for a brief moment before Carmine lunged at the opportunity. “YOU STABBED HER IN THE EYE?! EVE?! Spill right the FUCK now!”

Eve groaned and threw a hand over her forehead. "Uggghhhh, it was just some stupid drama from when we were flirting. Cassidy was sort of... I don't know, an on-again, off-again partner? It was never anything serious, and we never officially went anywhere with it. Do I have to tell you?”

Carmine folded her legs and planted herself in the center of the hallway, “Not moving till you do.”

Eve gawked at her before finally relenting. “You're such a bitch, UGH FINE! Cassidy had her eyes on this absolute STUD from the South Rim Saints, like, we're talking six foot eight, three hundred and fifty pounds of lean muscle and a rap sheet longer than a fucking limousine. Just the most virile fucking king you could spread your legs for. Anyway, ya girl Eve was in the middle of giving Cas an assist with some stupid turf scuffle when who should fucking appear? That's right, mister gut-gouger himself.”

Carmine was riveted. "Naturally, he took both of us right there and then. He ran through my pussy like a fucking herd of cattle; I didn't stand a fucking chance. Cas, well, she still had her cock implant on. I don't need to tell you just how fucking pissed she was. She didn't walk for two weeks after that, and as an added insult, a tall, dark, and handsome man gave me his number instead.”

Carmine gasped, “No. Fucking. Way. He didn't!”

Eve nodded. “He sure as fuck did, and I don't think I spent more than ten minutes those entire two weeks not firmly mounted on his God cock. It was majestic—eight inches end to end and so thick I could hardly get my fucking fingers around it. And fuck me, did he know how to use it... I never came so much in my fucking life." Carmine had her hand down her slacks by this point in the story, and Eve wasn't too far behind her.

“Anyway, long story short, after that bitch could close her asshole properly, she fucking threw me under the bus by telling him I was a fucking SNITCH! That beautiful king ghosted me instantly. Needless to say, the next time I saw Cassidy, we got into it, and... well, I'm a bit of a sore loser, I guess.”

Carmine moaned, clearly replaying the description of the king in her mind as she rubbed herself. “Did you... did you follow up with him? After your fight with Cas, I mean.”

Eve shook her head. “Didn't need to; a week later, the motherfucker got himself killed in one of those same turf scuffles we'd been called to help settle. I cried myself to sleep for a few days, wishing I'd gotten another shot at riding that beast of a dick. It left such a bad taste in my mouth that I didn't even bother reaching out to Cas after that.”

Carmine grumped as she extracted her hand from her wet pussy. “I need some dick now; that wasn't a satisfying story at all!”

Eve laughed and proffered a hand to her frustrated partner. “You fucking asked you dumb whore, don't gripe to me when you don't get what you want out of it. C’mon, I'm sure Cassidy would be more than happy to stuff your little cunt as much as you like.” They started back towards the elevators, holding hands.

“Are we not doing a lap around the floor now? Change your mind?”

“Y-yeah… I think... I think I just felt like breaking something immediately, and that was the first thought that popped into my head. But after telling you that story and talking about our options, taking down a single apartment block just isn't going to do what I want. It won't be enough to change anything.”

Carmine nodded at that. “I'm glad you changed your mind. Thinking of all the beautiful black people who would be caught in the crossfire made me sad.”

They rounded the corner to find a gaggle of white bois gathered around the bodies in the hall. One of them was in the middle of picking up Eve's SPH and looked up as it stooped over to wrap a bony hand around its grip. Carmine was on them faster than Eve could unholster her Deckland; the android tore her way through them like a food processor. Limbs and blood sprayed through the air around her body as she passed through and between the group of six losers. By the time Eve had lined up her first shot, Carmine had dropped four of them.

Pulling the trigger, a fifth body crumpled to the floor with a newly ventilated skull. The sixth bitch was sprinting away from the exchange as fast as their pathetic little legs could carry them. Carmine spooled out a length of her war wire and slung it around its neck. With nothing but a gentle tug, the whitebois head cleanly separated from its body, spouting a geyser of blood into the air as it fell.

“Grab your gun and let's get out of here; it's only a matter of time before more show up like turkeys staring into the rain. We don't have time to pick off stragglers like that.” Eve put her Deckland back and Carmine bent at the waist to collect her shotgun, slinging it across her shoulder as she rejoined Eve in front of the elevators.

“Did you ever, like, feel anything for Cassidy?”

Eve looked up, searching her memory, as the elevator chimed, indicating its progress up the building. “Nah, it wasn't like that between us. She used my pussy on occasion, and we prowled the city for dick on more than one occasion, but there weren't ever really romantic feelings involved, you know?”

Carmine smiled happily. “I was worried I'd have to kill her, but it sounds like she won't be any kind of competition for me.” Eve paled slightly and felt the cool prickle of sweat begin to accumulate on her skin. Cassidy had, unknowingly, just dodged a rather large, rather jealous, bullet. She'd need to be a little more cautious when attempting to strike up old flames of hers among the hunters. If any of them came off a little too interested in her, or vice versa, she might just end up on the bad end of her girlfriend's shotgun.

“Can you please not murder my exes? Even if they do end up being ‘any kind of competition', We're going to need as many of them as we can get, and you chasing them all off or murdering them isn't going to achieve anything for us. I mean, I need you to be, like, eighty percent more chill with them.”

Carmine looked thoughtful as the elevator chimed again and the doors opened. Stepping into the lift, she hit the button for the lobby and then leaned against the wall. “I'll consider it. For now.”

Eve stepped in after her and lit up another cigarette. “Gee, how gracious of you."

Carmine mimicked her by drawing out her pack of cigarettes before responding, “Listen, you're lucky I'm not dragging you off to some bunker to turn you into my dedicated love toy for the rest of your life. You do realize that I don't require sleep, food, or water, right? I'll fuck you for five days straight without giving you a second to rest if you don't quit making me sound like some kind of psycho monster.”

“No, I'm pretty sure you're doing a fantastic job of that yourself, miss ‘illegally-funneled-billions-of-credits-from-dead-investment-accounts’, and before you say it, no, I wouldn't entirely hate being your love slave.” Carmine grinned and pulled from her cigarette as they clasped hands. The floors dinged as they descended before finally stepping out into the lobby. There were a couple of whitebois crouched in the corner just outside the elevator, feverishly jerking each other off, and Eve used one of her last bullets to put them both down at the same time.

“I get that you said terminate on sight and all, but don't you think it'll cause more trouble than it's worth to just arbitrarily execute them like that? We don't know who they belonged to; it could have been a corp or a rich Black man. Someone is going to start asking questions if enough of them start turning up dead.” Eve was past caring. If anyone had an issue, they could take it up with her dead mother, or they could write an angry letter to the corrupt Hunters Guild.

“They'll just replace them; they're cheap and easy, right? 'renewable' resource. Even if anyone did start asking, I doubt they'd care enough to go to the effort of actually tracking us down, and even then, by the time they figure their shit out, hopefully enough, the infrastructure supporting their disgusting little economy is FUBAR anyway.” Carmine stared at the two bodies, now slumped over each other.

“What? Don't tell me you're starting to feel sorry for them or something."

Carmine spun her head with a disgusted look. “Ew! No?! Are you fucked? After all the shit I've learned about them, I wouldn't be surprised if I managed to hate them more than you do! I just don't want us to get into more trouble than we can handle before we have a chance to do something about it. Fuck those little-dick losers.”

Eve put her hands up and said, “Alright, alright, just making sure, we're in this together now for better or worse, and the last thing I need is for you to start developing some kind of empathy for a dying breed of useless cucks.”

Carmine mocked throwing up before spitting on the corpses: “I’d hit my own off-switch before considering them worthy of my empathy.”

With that, they continued through the lobby and to their waiting car.

The drive to Cassidy's apartment was uneventful; Carmine had been diligent about obfuscating their location or any reports of their sighting. As far as Helion was concerned, they'd essentially dropped off the globe. Eve spent the majority of it buried between Carmine's legs, licking, lapping, sucking, and grinding her wet sex as though it were her last meal. Carmine, for her part, played the role of a dominant goddess to perfection, using her hands to expertly guide Eve's head and tongue where they were most wanted.

She spoke gruffly and often, snarling commands and degrading Eve for being a bitch to a bitch. The humiliation of not only serving someone of equal station as her, but technically not even a human, was incredibly hot for Eve, and she had no trouble bringing herself to orgasm repeatedly. She was rapidly coming to love the dynamic of being completely submissive in her relationship with Carmine, and the thought of eventually getting properly fucked by the android was more than enough to make her climax.

Cassidy had done incredibly well for herself as a hunter; several high-profile cases had put her in touch with most of the ‘who’s-who’ of Helion. In return, she had been able to afford many cybernetic enhancements to her body, along with one of the rare bungalows in the upper-middle-class east end. The land for actual houses was hard to come by in most residential areas; corporations, along with the upper crust of Helion, had long since bought out most of the affordable housing and turned everything into apartment blocks and condos.

However, like everything else in Helion, for the right price, you could get your hands on just about anything you wanted, and there was still a thriving market for those looking to get themselves a private residence. The small, single-story building sat crammed onto a small plot of land with an astroturf yard overlooking a busy street. The paint was peeling, the shingles were curled, and the door looked to be a few days away from rotting off the hinges, but even still, it must have cost Cassidy a tidy fortune.

Eve and Carmine parked across the street and notified Cassidy they were coming in. Eve stepped up to the door, knocked three times, and waited. When no response came, she simply turned the knob and stepped in. The musty air was heavy with the scent of sweat and semen. Used condoms littered the floor, as did just about every available item of furniture in the living room. Empty bottles of liquor lay strewn across the floor, and discarded articles of clothing filled the gaps between them to make very little of the actual floor visible.

A small glass tray sat on the coffee table in front of the couch; it was laden with enough drugs to keep a small cartel operating for months, and Eve wondered if Cassidy was selling or using them. She'd gone through the same process of impregnation, so the drugs wouldn't have any effect on her. Perhaps she kept them to entertain guests?

Cassidy always had a strange interest in Whitebois that went beyond simply dominating something. She seemed to derive most of her pleasure from feminizing them, training them, and molding them into puppets before selling them off for a better price. She still worshiped the ground Black folk walked on, but Whitebois seemed to hold a special place in her sex life that Eve could never understand.

Rhythmic thumping rolled out of one of the bedrooms down the hall to the right of the main entrance, and Eve made her way in that direction. Pictures hung on the walls of Whitebois in varying states of dress and abuse. Many of them were covered head to toe in bruises and whip marks, dressed in lingerie and bridal gowns. Some were blindfolded; others looked back at the viewer with looks of either abject horror, numb dissociation, or brain-rupturing pleasure. The pictures mildly disturbed Eve.

Knocking gently at the door, she pushed it open to find Cassidy in the middle of fucking a bound and gagged white boi on the bed. She had her arm extended to the door, and Eve instinctively dodged as the gun went off, narrowly avoiding the shot centered on her forehead. "CASSIDY, WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Cassidy’s arm dropped, but she didn't stop fucking the twink. “Oh shit! Sorry, Eve! Hahaha, I forgot you were coming by! You alright?”

Eve picked herself up off the floor, wary of the gun still held in Cassidy's hand. “What do you mean you forgot? We spoke, like, twenty minutes ago! Fuck sake, you damn-near took my head off!”

Cassidy wasn't listening though; she had the muzzle of the gun pressed to the back of the sissies head as she continued to drill its ass. “You feel that, cunt? If you stop throwing it back for even a second, I'll put one through your head. Keep going, that's right. Just like that, all the way back... Mhmmmm, fuck yeah!”

The bile in Eve's stomach was starting to rise, and her urge to end the pathetic whelp threatened to overcome her better judgment. “I'll be in the living room once you're done... Whatever it is you're doing in here..."

Cassidy waved in her general direction, dismissing her as the twink moaned and squirted a small jet of filth from the end of its caged clit. Eve spun and stumbled out of the room, retching and coughing as the sight tortured her senses.

“She's a livewire, huh?” Carmine retreated with her to the living room, stepping deftly around the empty bottles and trash littering the floor.

“She's a muscle-brained degenerate with borderline psychotic tendencies. We haven't spoken in a while, but by the looks of things, she's only gotten worse.” Eve used her boot to scrape garbage off the couch before sitting down on it. “Seriously, how can anyone live like this?” She gestured to the general state of bedlam around the house.

Carmine mused at the destruction, “Well, maybe she had a party and just hasn't cleaned up yet." Eve spotted a particularly nasty dish sitting in front of the window; one of the condoms hanging over the lip of it was browned from sun exposure and had started cracking.

“Right… a party…”

The door to the bedroom Cassidy had been occupying slammed shut, and the fierce redhead walked out into the living room to join them, naked as the day she was born.

"Ahhhhhh, fuck that felt good. It takes a while, but watching those little sluts crumble into a mess of thoughtless hormones is always fucking satisfying. You want a beer?” She continued past the couch and disappeared into the kitchen, kicking debris out of the way as though it weren't there. Eve managed to get a much better view of Cassidy's body as she went by and had to admire its beauty.

She was shorter than Eve by about four inches, but she had significantly more muscle. It rippled under her skin as she walked, taught lines of corded steel under freckled-white skin. Scars crossed her body from head to toe, evidence of surviving many life-or-death struggles. A particularly nasty-looking one across her lower back looked like a piece of shrapnel had clipped her; it was still pink and raw, likely a few weeks old.

Her fiery mane of hair cascaded around her shoulders in a thick, knotted tangle. Eve didn't know when the last time she'd combed it was but figured it was likely past the point of rescue. Implant lines ran across her shoulders and down her arms to encircle her wrists like golden cuffs. Two other lines ran down between her legs and her ankles. Eve suspected it was some form of skeletal buttress, but it could have just as easily been a flat-out limb replacement.

Cassidy had enhanced her chest with implants, likely part of a subdermal plate if her theory about the skeletal buttress was correct. They bounced naturally as she walked, but they were too large and too perky for both her body fat content and her age. She had a boyish face, a square jaw, and emerald green eyes. A scar split her upper lip and ran straight across her right eye, terminating just inside her hairline. The cybernetic optical implant matched the color of her other eye, but the hexagonal pupil gave it away.

"Yeah, I'll have one... babe, Do you want one too?” Carmine shrugged, and Eve let Cassidy know to grab another.

“'Babe’? That blowup doll is your girlfriend? And after all the fucking shit you said to me about my fuckin' whitebois, too! Oh, that's rich!” She came back into the room holding three Goldenrock Malt beers.

Eve frowned; she didn't particularly like Goldenrock, but when in Rome... “So, how much was she? I thought about picking one of these dykes up myself but never really bothered to shop.” Cassidy planted herself on the arm of the couch next to Carmine and took a swig from her bottle.

Carmine had tracked Cassidy as she circled, and Eve wasn't entirely certain what to make of the situation they were now in. Did she come clean about the nature of Carmine? Did she let Carmine answer for herself? She didn't need to think about it for long because Carmine turned to face Cassidy and immediately started gushing. “Oh. My. God! That's not a limited-run Dymex Bulwark Buttress, is it?! I can't believe you managed to get your fucking hands on one! They only ever ran them for troop deployment in heavily contested cities; maybe a dozen are left in the whole world that haven't been sold for scrap or implanted! The servos alone are probably worth more than your fucking house!”

Cassidy's eyes widened, and she glanced at Eve, who brought her fingers up to the bridge of her nose. “What do you get? Like, twelve hundred? Fifteen hundred pounds of lift? You could flip a car, I bet! Battery and all! How's the nerve pain? I heard this one chick got nerve pain so bad that one day she freaked out and snapped her spine in half!" Carmine stopped abruptly and looked back at Eve. “Was that too much?”

Eve sighed, “Cassidy, this is Carmine, Carmine, Cassidy... Yes, she's my girlfriend; no, she's not human, and to answer the question you did ask, she was more expensive than I care to mention. In fact, her true cost has yet to reveal itself to me, I suspect.”

Cassidy whistled and took another pull of her beer. "Well, no shit... and I'm guessing that body is-”

Eve jumped in and said, “Yeah, not an original Celine. Kind of a... custom model.”

Cassidy looked over Carmine again with a more discerning eye. “Well, guess that explains the call out of the blue. So… How long are you lying low before you bug out? I can hole you up in the basement for a while, but I get a lot of traffic through here, so it'll only be a matter of time before someone inevitably makes you.”

Eve shook her head. "Actually, a cracked Android happens to be pretty far down my list of concerns, believe it or not.”

This caused Cassidy to choke on her beer, and she spluttered, "Sorry... a contraband A.I in a milspec android freakbod... Isn't your biggest concern? Do I even want to know what this is about? Like, is you being here gonna fuck me? Be straight with me, Eve.”

Eve clasped her beer in both hands and swirled it slowly. “How straight are you looking for, 'cause the shit I've got to tell you is not going to sit well. This is technically an all-or-nothing proposition; either you're in one hundred percent or you're out one hundred percent. You need to make up your mind now.”

Eve could see the hair start to stand up across Cassidy's body. She knew what this meant, and Eve pinged Carmine to get ready in case shit went sideways. “You ring me up out of the blue, say we gotta chat about a job, and then waltz into my fucking house to offer me a life or death contract? Was my fucking eye not enough for you?! Jesus woman… I swear you've got bigger fuckin’ nuts than some of the studs I bring around. I oughta fuckin’ kill you for the disrespect... but… I never could quite bring myself to hate your gloomy-lookin’ ass.” She glanced back in the direction of the bedroom she'd left the twink in.

"Reckon, I probably won't be getting back to that project for a while, huh? Listen, I'm in, you bitch. But at least let me sell that little fuck-puppet before shit starts to pop off. I put too much time and money into that pussy for it to all just evaporate on me, even with your mysteriously lucrative job. That fair?” Eve and Carmine exchanged a glance, and then Eve nodded, the tension releasing from her body as she stood to enact the blood oath.

It was an older custom among hunters—something of a tradition that had lost its place among the newer generation of up-and-comers. Nothing more than a bit of pageantry to show the hunters meant business and wouldn't immediately double-cross their partner if shit hit the fan. Naturally, it meant next to shit these days, and Eve had almost met her end at the hands of a blood-sworn hunter. She tried to remember what it was for, but it had been a long time, and she had suffered a concussion from the bitch smacking her over the head with a brick. Some coupons for a Black Strip joint? Had that been it?

Eve hoped that the little ritual still held some sentiment for Cassidy, because if she double-crossed Eve, then there was a very real chance Eve wasn't walking away with just a concussion. They faced each other in front of the couch, Cassidy's cock proudly jutting from her crotch. “Carmine, could you do the honors?" Cassidy and Eve lowered their arms toward the android, and she deftly slit a clean line across both of their wrists.

“For what honor we hold, I swear on the pride of my betters to hold fast against temptation. Let this contract, forged in blood, be unbroken by white sin.” They recited the verse in unison before firmly grasping each other's forearms. Usually, it was a quick, 5-second ordeal, but when Eve felt her cut make contact with Cassidy's, there was a deep electric jolt that coursed up her arm. She felt the draw of Cassidy's power, a hidden well deep within her body.

Her child was linking with the unawakened one within Cassidy, searching it out, observing it, and assessing it. Eve gasped as her knees buckled, her grip locking down on Cassidy's arm as though she were being electrocuted into immobility. She could sense it. Raw power, unceasing power, unstoppable force, and unyielding resolve. “Car…mine… he…lp…” Carmine sprang from the couch and wrenched Eve's hand off of Cassidy's arm, tearing her away and sending both Cassidy and Eve sprawling back.

“W-what the shit? EVE, WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT?! What did you do? DID YOU FUCKING TASE ME? YOU BITCH?”

Eve was panting, half-delirious from the exertion of not flooding Cassidy with her color. “N-no… Cassidy… Let me explain... part... of the job." She gasped for breath as she waved her bloodied hand at Cassidy. But she didn't need to. Cassidy suddenly convulsed and then spasmed into a tight ball on the floor before exploding out into a bone-cracking spread-eagle pose.

The scream that ripped out of Cassidy's mouth rattled her windows and shook plates and bottles off of the counters and tables. Dust shook loose from the ceiling and walls as it vibrated the floor. It deepened and stretched before it was a yawning echo of thrumming power. Color began to pour from Cassidy's eyes as she slammed a fist through her floorboards. “CAN WE HELP HER?” Eve yelled over the ear-splitting scream.

Carmine pulled her back a bit and then crouched in front of her. “NO, I DON'T KNOW WHY BUT HER FUCKING BABY WOKE UP, ALL WE CAN DO IS WAIT FOR HER TO COME OUT OF IT... IF SHE COMES OUT.”

Eve returned her gaze to the rigid form of her ex-part-time lover. “Come on, you stubborn bitch, get through this; if anyone can do this, it's you. Don't fucking give up on me now."

Cassidy thrashed, flinging garbage across the room hard enough to punch holes in her drywall. Carmine batted away some of the cans and continued to shield Eve from the onslaught until, finally, Cassidy began to quiet down. A shallow pool of color slowly spread beneath her as her body twitched and spasmed. Eve and Carmine didn't dare move, not wanting to disrupt whatever process was occurring before them.

“She isn't breathing,” Carmine remarked as she stared at Cassidy's unmoving body.

"F-fuck, do we... help her? If she jerks like that while I'm over her, she'd put a fuckin' hole through me.”

Carmine bit her lower lip before leaning up on the balls of her feet. “I'll start compressions; at least if she hits me, I won't instantly die.”

Carmine made one shuffle-step forward before Cassidy explosively gasped into the quiet room. It caused Eve to jump, and Carmine threw up her arms just in time to catch another bottle across her forearms.

This time Cassidy had thrown it herself. “You! Hah… hah… you have fucking… three… hah… seconds to fucking… ah shit… fucking explain yourself!” She collapsed flat onto her back, heaving and huffing as her body attempted to stabilize.

Carmine laughed before shaking her head. “This is going to take more than three seconds, darlin'; there are no two ways around it. You wanna field this one, Eve?”

Eve blew out a breath and got to her feet, then crossed the living room, which had somehow become even more of a disaster. Standing over Cassidy, she crouched down and held a hand out. “It's a long story, and I'm sorry it happened the way it did, but... congrats, babe, you're pregnant!”