<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/07/Dark_Sakura.jpg)</div><strong>Lucy F.</strong><br/><hr/>The buzzing sound that Lucy and Vercile both heard right as the latter of the two women fainted was the door, but it wasn't the neighbors who had come knocking.  The bathroom had been soundproofed, after all.  In fact, it technically wasn't the actual sound from the door at all that the two women heard, but instead an alert that popped up in their augmented reality mesh interfaces letting them know that someone was at the door.  It had been programmed to sound exactly like the doorbell to their apartment, however, and as soon as Lucy acknowledged it, the limited central AI for their apartment patched through a feed from their front door's camera, letting her see who was knocking at their door.<br/><br/>It was an automated drone of some sort, and one designed to carry cargo at that.  It was carrying a large box, with an AR tag that indicated that it was the new cabinet she had ordered from their apartment complex's local fabricator.  That meant that the drone was simply there to make a delivery...  Though, interestingly enough, pinging the drone's mesh ID showed that it wasn't being piloted by a dumb AI, but instead that the owner of the building had hired an indenture to be sleeved into it.  A human being who had survived the Fall, stuck performing a dull, monotonous task that in any pre-Fall society would have been left to a mindless program...  A sadly common sight, though her own experience in going over the paperwork on Vercile's indenture contract had at least shown her that the ones hired on Venus were offered a lot more legal protection than the poor souls who were left slaving away under corporate contracts on Mars.<br/><br/>Speaking of Vercile, though, the poor dear had passed out right in her arms not long after the deliveryman had rung their doorbell, likely from the strain of all the pleasure that she had just been forced to deal with.  There was a mild pang of guilt, just the slightest flash of empathy that crossed through Lucy's mind as she looked down at the unconscious blonde, a slight hint of regret...  And then those emotions were pushed out as a rather devious idea entered the digital designer's mind.  One way to have a last little bit of fun, while also doing something that was sure to brighten up that poor deliveryman's day.<br/><br/>Another little treacherous trick that had been installed into the Fury morph that Vercile occupied was a little augmentation known as a Puppet Sock, installed right at the base of her brainstem.  It was a rather devious little device, designed to let anyone who had access to it cut off the connection between the morph's brain and the rest of her body, overriding the bodily control of the person sleeved into it and essentially remote-controlling their body.  It was something you usually only saw on synthmorphs, because very few people truly wanted to be permanently stuck in a cold, steel body, but it also had its uses for the sort of kinky, degenerate sexual play that the body's former owner had liked to put his little toys through.<br/><br/>It was a liability in their line of work, and Lucy had made sure to personally see to it that the little cybernetic gadget had the best security software on it that she could get, but since she was also the one who installed and set up said software, it meant that she also had the passwords to it.  As with the other bits of sexual play that she got up to with her little pet, she made sure to never make use of it and take control of the Fury unless they were in the shower...  Which, of course, was exactly where they were now.  A few quick password entries and a command later, and the blonde was rising up off the lavender-haired young woman in a slightly jerky, robotic manner.<br/><br/>Control was limited like this, and the smoothness of the puppet's movements depended greatly on the operator's skill.  Lucy wasn't much of a puppeteer, however, which was why her next move was to rearrange herself so that she was sitting with her back to the wall, using it for support.  Then, she closed her eyes...<br/><br/>...And after a brief loading animation, the feed from Vercile's eyes popped up into her vision.  She tried to move her arms, and the blonde's moved instead, she moved her head to look around and the other woman looked for her.  It was like she had instantly sleeved herself into her partner's body, though technically what she had done was set up a live streaming feed between her own neural outputs and the blonde's Puppet Sock.  It was called Jamming, and it was a pretty common technique for people to do with unmanned drones and empty synthmorphs.  And of course, it, too, had a variety of kinky applications in the bedroom.<br/><br/>Stepping out of the shower in Vercile's body, Lucy did her best to ignore the dull, tired aching sensation coming from the Fury's muscles as she reached for the towel, using it to start wiping away the light sheen of sweat that her body had worked up after the water had been turned off.  The digital designer was getting a full hit from that intense, heady hormonal imbalance that the modified Fury suffered from, and it was oh so tempting to just sit there and enjoy herself as she felt the towel rubbing over the body's erogenous zones, but she refrained from giving into temptation.  Instead, she sent out a signal to the apartment to open the front door and invite the deliveryman in, and she started drying the blonde's hair with the towel as she stepped out to sign for the delivery using Vercile's body.<br/><br/>Vercile's completely naked body.<br/><br/>The drone the deliveryman was sleeved into couldn't show emotion, of course.  It didn't have a face, or a humanoid form that would allow it to give things away through body language.  It could, however, grind to a screeching halt right there in the living room as she came down the stairs, and between the way the drone's cameras zoomed in on her as she approached and the fact that she had to ask twice before the deliveryman presented her with a form to sign, she was fairly certain that she had made a lasting impression on him.  Whether he was ecstatic at the sights he was seeing or cursing his metal body's lack of manly equipment was up for debate, of course, but he was clearly quite distracted, either way.  And he would only get more distracted when it was time to leave, since she made sure to thank him for his hard work by placing a kiss right below his main camera and then escorted him to the door personally, standing there waving goodbye to him in the open doorway as he left.<br/><br/>Nobody else was around to see her, unfortunately, but the apartment complex did have security cameras.  There would probably be some sort of complaint to deal with by the time they got back from whatever mission they were going on, but Lucy didn't particularly care.  Just seeing the look on Vercile's face when she saw her own nude body put so openly on display like that would be good enough for her.<br/><br/>After that, it was time to get ready for the mission, though.  Between the hormones and her own inclinations, the lavender-haired young woman was tempted to get up to just a little more fun, especially when she saw her own body laying there so naked and helpless before her, but the exhaustion in Vercile's body helped to keep her mind focused.  There would be plenty of time in the future to use the blonde Fury to practically rape her own unmoving Sylph body, and it would be all the sweeter if Vercile were actually awake and watching helplessly as she did so, at that.  For now, she needed to focus more on carrying said Sylph body into her bedroom, and forcing the Fury's muscles to ignore their exhaustion in the process.  Moving Vercile back to her own bedroom and collapsing back on the bed was considerably easier afterwards, and when the Sylph returned once more to her own body, slipping away from the exhaustion left her feeling quite refreshed when she opened her eyes.<br/><br/>There was quite a bit to do, now.  Breaking out what little weapons and armor they had, plotting out a travel route that would take them down to the docks quickly when it was time to leave, picking out a delicious and filling meal for two from their home maker's menu so that some food would be ready and waiting when Vercile regained consciousness...  And once they were both up, dressed, and ready to go, then it would be time to grab their things and make their way down to the<em>Hacienda del Sol</em>, to see what sort of mission Firewall had for them.