Neon Taiga - Full

 

Chapter 1.

"I'm not your FUCKING choom, guy, now back the FUCK off!"

Even with the music pounding in Afterlife, you can hear a girl's furious howl echo through the bar, followed by breaking glass. It's not any of your business, and you'd do well to keep your head down in your drink, but curiosity gets the better of you. Swiveling on your bar stool, you take a cursory look around to see where the commotion is coming from when a man with one arm tumbles out from a side room. As soon as he hits the floor, a girl with green hair and pale skin leaps out from inside the doorway, wielding a cyberware arm, presumably his.

"Maybe THIS will teach you to keep your hands to yourself next time, you GONK piece of SHIT!"

The girl slams the metal limb down to emphasize her point, striking his head twice and finishing on his groin. You look around to see if anyone intends to jump in to help, but everyone watching is too busy laughing or passing eddies for bets. The girl continues her one sided beatdown for a while longer, screaming obscenities all the while, then seems to tire out, kicking the bloody mess off to the side. Spitting on his huddled form, she storms over to the bar and takes a seat on the stool next to yours, her black jacket brushing against you as she swipes your drink and downs it. 

"Uh, two more please," you call out to the bartender, "and some napkins too."

"Sorry I stole your drink, that guy just rubbed me the wrong way." the girl grumbles, grabbing the napkins and wiping blood off her face. 

"Nah, it's okay. Sounds like he deserved it." you reply, sliding a glass over to her. 

"Hell yeah he did! Prick took me for a rimbo and tried to cop a feel, had to properly educate him, y'know? Anyway, cheers, thanks for the drinks."

The girl turns to you with her glass raised, and you see why the guy currently unconscious on the floor might have made that mistake. Other than her jacket, she doesn't seem to be wearing much of anything except a black bra and panties, and her chest tattoo looks like a Mox design.

Knocking your glass to hers, you throw your heads back and swallow your drinks, the alcohol burning on the way down and warming your stomach. 

"Ahhh, that's the stuff!" the girl exhales, slamming her glass onto the counter and signaling for refills. "Name's Becca, by the way. Haven't seen you around here much."

"It's my first time in here, actually. Finished a job the other day that finally got me noticed."

"Oh shit, the explosion at NCU? Don't tell me you actually ran into Bozos."

"Not really sure if they were new gang members or just copycats but, fuck, those were some scary ass clowns." 

"Come on, don't spare the detes! I want to hear all about it." Becca gushes, sitting forward with wide eyes. Unable to say no to that face, you spend the next ten minutes elaborating how your gig to look into a few student killings had you stumbling into a murder clown cult resurgence.

Taking a second to wet your throat, you notice some dried blood on Becca's face she must have missed.

"Hey, you still got some uh, on your cheek, there." you remark, trying to show where on your own face.

"Here? Here? Am I getting it?" she replies, wiping at various areas but still missing the spot. 

"No, wait, let me get it."

Before you can stop yourself, you wet a napkin on your tongue and reach out, wiping the red away. You manage to clean her skin, but Rebecca catches your wrist.

"Hey bud, you lookin' to lose that hand?" she whispers, staring up at you with her yellow eyes.

"Uh, sorry, I was just-" you stammer nervously, dropping the napkin.

"I'm just fucking with you! You're real squirmy, huh." 

Pulling your hand down, Becca holds it above her lap and traces a finger slowly across your palm. 

"Hey, come with me to the bathroom. Kicking the shit out of that scop for brains really got my blood pumping and I want to blow off some steam."

Not about to say no, you slap some eddies on the counter and follow Becca down a hallway, ducking into one of the bathrooms and locking the door behind you.

"Alright, let's see what we're working with." Rebecca smirks, grabbing your pants and tugging them down.

"Jesus, you move fast." you gasp, watching her take a seat on the toilet and pull your cock free. Instead of answering, Becca just looks up with her tongue extended before taking you in and swallowing you to the base. You can feel her tongue working along your length as she sucks quickly, making you swell in her mouth and coaxing a quiet groan from you. 

Becca's suction quickly has you at full mast and doubled over, holding onto her head for dear life as she tries to suck your soul out from your cock. Grabbing you by the hips, she pulls off with a pop and admires your shaft swaying in front of her. 

"Not bad, choom." she smiles, admiring the ring of purple lipstick around the base before getting up and bending over the sink. "Now fuck me up the ass so hard my optics crash."

Standing behind her, you hook your fingers into the waistband of her panties and pull them down to her knees, slapping your soaked cock between her cheeks. Rubbing the head against her backdoor, you hold Becca still and begin pushing in, watching her grit her teeth in the mirror. 

"Come on, get that fucking dick in there." she gasps, her hands gripping the metal sink and pushing back against you. 

"You're tight as hell, relax." you reply. holding her by the shoulders and driving forward, your cock finally breaking through as she cries out. With half your length buried in her guts, she bears down on you desperately, panting.

As her hole slowly adjusts to your intrusion, you start thrusting and pushing deeper until you're completely buried, Becca's mouth hanging open and drooling as you find your pace. Drawing back steadily, you slam your hips forward repeatedly, the sound of your waist clapping against her cheeks filling the room. 

"Oh, yeahhh, that's- ah, fuck..."

Becca's head falls forward into the sink as you rail her, but you grab her by the pigtails and pull back, watching her eyes roll back in the mirror.

"Hey, you gonna be much longer in there?" a voice calls from outside, knocking on the door.

"FFFUCK- ah! OFF!" Rebecca screams, her legs quivering as you continue to pound her into the wall. 

"Look, you better not make a mess in there. I'm not cleaning up after you." the voice replies before walking off.

"You heard him, no messes. That means you're cumming inside."

Clenching tight around your cock, Becca traps you in place as she grinds back happily, encouraging you to fill her. The heat and friction of her ring has you on the edge already, and you don't last much longer, hunching over Rebecca's back as you thrust a few more times and unloading your seed deep inside her bowels with a grunt.

"God, that's warm..." Becca sighs, folding her arms on the sink and resting her head. Breathing heavily, you feel yourself going soft and slipping out of Rebecca's used hole, a stream of white dripping down her thigh. Stumbling back to the toilet, you fall onto the seat and watch Becca pull her panties up, spinning around to face you.

"Don't go thinking you're my input or anything, alright? But maybe I'll give you a call sometime for a gig or to hang out."

"Hey, sure thing." you reply, sitting back to catch your breath, watching her skip out the door.

A few days later you find yourself walking through Charter Hill, window shopping, when your phone buzzes for the first time in a week from an unknown number.

"Hello?" you answer, stepping off to the side.

"Heeeyyyy choomba! You got anything going on right now? Packing heat?"

You can barely make out Rebecca's voice over what sounds like the loud rumble of an engine and pops of gunfire.

"Uh, no, I'm free. And I only have a pistol on me, why?" you ask, knowing the answer already.

"Well, we're in a little bit of a situation and could use some help. You anywhere near Westbrook right now?"

"I'm actually on the Hill right now..." 

"Preem! We're heading your way, get ready for a pickup!"

"Yeah, preem." you mutter to yourself, patting the sidearm in your waistband.

As soon as you close the call, you hear the screech of tires in the distance followed by gunfire and sirens. The people around you start murmuring in a hushed panic as the sounds get louder, and a Mackinaw comes screaming over the hill. 

"Fuck, fuck, fuck..." you hiss under your breath as you start running down the edge of the street, the truck sidling up beside you and throwing the passenger door open.

"Hurry up, jump in!" Rebecca calls out, hand extended. Sprinting alongside the truck, you reach and grab Rebecca's hand, falling over her awkwardly as she pulls you in. 

"Hey, nice seeing you again!" she smiles, tangled beneath you. 

"Yeah, you too." you grunt. The two of you quickly rearrange yourselves just as a car hooks the corner and slams into the back bumper. 

"So what exactly are we doing here? Who's chasing us?" you yell as Becca hangs out the window to fire a few rounds into your tail.

"Had a job, managed to piss off 6th Street, NCPD tried to nab both of us, we delta'd!"

"Okay, makes sense. So what's the plan?" you call out, holding onto her legs to keep her anchored. 

"Well, either we lose the heat or hope we make enough noise to get the Tyger Claws to take care of it for us."

"And how do we know that they won't take care of us too?"

"Because they're the ones who hired us!"

You look over at the driver for input or alternate plan, but he just gives a long sigh and shrugs. Considering the floor of the truck is littered with empty casings and magazines, you figure they can't keep this up for much longer. 

"Alright, try to find a long stretch and keep it steady. I only have three magazines but I think I can solve your immediate problem." you tell the driver, pulling Rebecca back into the cab, "and I need you to weigh me down, alright? I don't want to go flying out the window if we hit a spike strip or something."

"Sir, yes, sir!" Becca salutes playfully, wrapping her arms around your hips as you pull your Unity from your waistband and do a press check.

Taking a deep breath, you lean out over the side of the door frame, street signs whizzing past half a foot from your head. You steady yourself as best you can, zeroing in on the windshield, and pull the trigger back as slowly and smoothly as possible. An instant later you see a hole appear in the plexiglass and the passenger slump forward.

"Driver's on the other side, genius!" Becca calls from inside, her hands beginning to wander across your lower body. Cursing under your breath, you readjust and try to follow the car as it swerves to the side, loosing four more rounds that make contact somewhere on the vehicle but not on the operator. Thankfully, your chauffeur realizes your dilemma and does his best to keep you angled correctly, the car's driver coming back into view. You let three more rounds fly, and your tail suddenly swerves into a railing before bursting into flames.

"Alright, that should do it." you exhale, sliding back into your seat and collapsing.

"See, what did I tell you? Born natural, this one." Becca praises you and pats your cheek, sitting facing you on your lap.

"Yeah, yeah. Glad it's over, we're running on fumes here."

The driver takes a side street and pulls into an empty lot just as the truck sputters to a halt, all three of you sighing with relief.

"Fuck, I thought we were flatlined for a minute there. Thanks for the help, choom." Rebecca murmurs, hanging off your neck. All of you take a minute to decompress, just sitting silently in the cab and listening to the sirens wail down the street.

"Alright, so now what?" you finally ask, staring up at the ceiling. 

"Now we finish our delivery, get paid, and go the fuck home. Then we do it all again tomorrow." the driver replies, lighting a cigarette and cranking the window, "Don't worry, you're getting a cut too for sticking your neck out for us."

"Wasn't really what I was getting at, but nice to know."

"Yeah, boy scout here's doing it all out of the goodness of his heart, isn't that right?" Becca purrs, running a hand up your chest. 

"You need me along for the rest of this?" you ask, trying to ignore Rebecca's crotch grinding into your lap.

"Nah, you're fine. We'll send you the eddies in a day or so. There's a drop box right around the corner so I can just leave our package there and call our contact."

Opening the car door, you pick Rebecca up like a cat and place her back on the seat, waving to the pair as you walk off, "Alright, uh, just give me a heads up next time you got a gig, yeah?"

You hear footsteps behind you as you walk away, Rebecca running up and grabbing you by the sleeve.

"You're not gonna just leave me, are you?" she pouts, hooking her arm through yours, "Come on, we're going back to your place."

Walking to the street with Rebecca in tow, you wave down a cab and open the door for her.

"Where to?" the cabbie asks as you step inside.

"Wellsprings, 708. No rush."

"Wellsprings? What the hell did you get up to before playing solo?" Becca teases, sidling up against you.

"Does it matter? Would my answer change anything?" you reply, a bit defensive. 

Rebecca's voice drops a bit as she gets closer, her eyes turning down, "No, I guess not. I was just curious, can't seem to figure you out." 

"What do you mean?"

"From what I saw today, you can shoot just as good as any military man I've seen, but you're almost all ganic, far as I can tell. Can handle yourself, but you still seem innocent. Not something you see every day in Night City." Rebecca muses, pulling your arm around her.

"I've seen my fair share of bloodshed, believe me. I guess it just hasn't really caught up with me yet." you answer, staring out the window.

You sit in silence together as the cab makes its way to your apartment, Becca's head dipping slowly and resting against your chest. The sun begins to set in the distance and the familiar lights of the city start to pop on, reflecting off the buildings and illuminating the street. After another few minutes the cab rolls to a stop in front of your building and you pay your fare, lifting Rebecca and carrying her out. 

The sleepy solo in your arms begins to come to as you ride the elevator up to your place, hopping to her feet beside you. 

"Hey, sorry, I guess I'm more wiped than I thought from today." she yawns, leaning against you.

"It's not super late yet, but you're welcome to stay over if you want." you reply, rubbing her shoulder.

"That was always the plan, ya gonk. Just give me an energy drink and I'll be set."

Winding her arm back, she gives your ass a solid clap, squeezing your cheek with her fingers and making you jump.

The elevator door opens with a ding, and you lead Rebecca down the hall, pulling open your apartment door and gesturing her inside.

"Phew, swanky place you got here. Sure you're not a corpo?" she remarks, wandering around the pad.

"Eh, it's no North Oak, but it works." you reply, digging through your fridge for a drink, "You hungry? Want something to eat?"

"Let's order something and catch a movie." she calls out, falling onto the couch in your living room and throwing her jacket to the side. 

Pulling a menu out from a drawer, you ring up the building's restaurant and put in an order, kicking your shoes off as you hang up. 

"Food'll be here in 30. Anything good on?" 

Picking up Rebecca's feet with one hand, you slip under her and take a seat on the couch, letting her feet rest on your lap as you hand her a drink.

"Nah, just some action flick. It's fine." she says offhandedly, her foot rubbing over your pants, "You still don't know why I wanted to come over, huh?"

"I think I'm starting to get the picture." 

Sitting up and swinging her feet off the couch, Rebecca pulls a knife from seemingly nowhere and punches a hole in the bottom of the energy drink, then pops the tab, bringing it to her lips and chugging the contents. 

"I'm impressed, never seen anyone swallow that well." you chuckle. Instead of replying, she holds up a finger and pauses, staring into the distance before unleashing a massive belch.

"Much better!" Becca exhales, crushing the can and flinging it into the kitchen area.

"Damn, that was hot." you laugh, lying back on the couch.

"Even the burp?" she smirks, blowing air across your face.

"Especially the burp."

Crawling over to you, Rebecca slips her fingers in the waistband of your pants and nuzzles your crotch.

"Let me thank you properly for your help today..." she whispers, undoing your belt and tugging your pants down. Her small hand slips up the leg of your boxers and fondles you beneath your clothes, your cock swelling in her grip. Folding your hands behind your head, you watch Becca kiss along the bulge in your undershorts until it peeks through the waistband. The TV plays unnoticed in the background as Rebecca pulls your boxers down to your knees, freeing your cock and planting a slow kiss on the head.

Becca's tongue swirls lazily over the tip, collecting the pre that leaks out before closing her lips around it and pushing her mouth down. You let out a sigh as warmth spreads throughout your lower body, Rebecca's lips sliding further down your length until you feel the head press against the back of her throat. You know she doesn't have a problem with her gag reflex, but instead of taking you into her throat immediately, she wraps a hand around the base and starts bobbing her head. Tightening her lips around you, Becca moves her head back and forth steadily, green pigtails swaying, and her hand stroking in tandem. 

"Fuck, Becca..." you gasp, tensing and arching your back. Pulling off your cock, Rebecca looks up at you with a smile and tears in her eyes, her tongue extended and tracing along the underside.

"Yeah? What's up, choom?" she giggles, kissing the tip. Flicking under the tip with her tongue, she coaxes out another drop of pre and licks you clean, swallowing visibly for your benefit. Unable to reply, you just groan and fall back into the couch, letting Rebecca do what she wants with you. 

"Yeah, I know you're close. I can feel you just about ready to blow..." she whispers, stroking you gently, "You can cum if you want, don't want you busting too fast after. I'm gonna wear you out tonight."

Without another word, Rebecca opens her mouth and swallows you down to the base, pressing her lips to your waist. Groaning happily, you let your arm hang off the side of the couch as she swallows around you, massaging your cock with her throat. Her hand falls between your legs and cups your sack, squeezing playfully until your hips jerk upwards and a spurt of white shoots down Rebecca's throat. 

You can hear her moan in approval as she swallows the two following ropes of cum, your balls rolling around between her fingers. Becca finishes gulping down your load and pulls off your softening cock, licking it clean and giving you a slap on the thigh.

"How was that, boy scout?" she teases, blowing you a kiss. The only response you can muster is a low groan, squirming on the couch before eventually sitting up to meet her. Rebecca's hypnotic eyes stare into yours, and you can't help but pull her face close, your lips meeting hers. You can hear her exclaim in surprise, striking your chest weakly in protest, then immediately grabbing you by the shirt and matching your kiss. The two of you make out like teenagers for a few minutes, the doorbell interrupting you as the food delivery arrives.

"Finally! Alright, let's take five, I'm starving!"

In an instant, Rebecca is across the room and headed towards the door, a trail of saliva still hanging from your bottom lip as you try to register what just happened.

Chapter 2.

Rolling off the couch in your apartment, you grab your pants and awkwardly step into them as you stumble to the door, Rebecca hopping excitedly beside you. 

"Hey, man. Here you go." the teenaged runner drawls once the door slides open, a bored look plastered on his face as he hands you a paper bag. Fishing for eddies in your pocket, you fork over a few bills and thank him, letting Rebecca run back with the food.

"Whatever." he mutters, grabbing the bills and walking back down the hallway. 

"Come on! It's gonna get cold!" 

You hear Becca call out to you as she rifles through the bag to pull out the burgers and fries you bought, apparently unwilling to wait for you. 

"Scop burgers? You got a place this nice and you bought scop burgers?" she scowls, eyeing it in disappointment.

"Wasn't aware you wanted to be spoiled." you chuckle, bemused. 

"Every girl wants to be spoiled! Not that I do, I'm not complaining, just- I don't know." 

Sitting beside her, you watch intently as she takes her first bite, her eyes widening each time she chews. Finally swallowing, she takes a second before dropping her burger on the table in front of you and punching you in the arm.

"That's real meat! You got a burger made of real meat! You- you fucking-" Rebecca sputters incoherently as she pounds on you, knocking you onto your back and falling into your arms. 

"Hey, I got it for me, you just happened to be here." you laugh, catching her by the wrists. You can see tears welling up in her eyes as she fights you, her hair swaying beside her face. Rebecca wrestles with you for a while longer until she runs out of steam, collapsing onto your chest and sniffling quietly. Wrapping an arm around her, you rub her back gently and let her pull at your shirt.

"Hey, what do you really do? There's no way you made all this from street jobs." 

Calming down, Rebecca keeps her face against her chest as she inquires about you, finger tracing along your collarbone. 

"Alright, you win. Get ready for my tragic life story." you sigh, running your hand across her shoulder, "I spent a good number of years working for Trauma Team in Seattle as a security specialist. Didn't work out."

"Knew you were a corpo." she laughs quietly, biting your chest lightly, "What do you mean by 'didn't work out'?"

"I did my job by the book for a while, but I started getting more frustrated by the people we left behind. One day we were called out to pick up a Platinum member in the middle of a warzone, and we did our usual job, cleared out the riff raff and secured the client. He was a little beat up and had a couple penetration wounds but he was stable. On the ground next to him was this street rat, couldn't have been more than thirteen. Her leg had been blown off at the knee by a grenade and she was bleeding out in front of me. The objective was to grab the client and delta, but I couldn't just leave her."

"I'm guessing the rest of your team didn't feel the same way." Rebecca murmurs, your heart pounding against her cheek as you dig up the memory.

"No, I almost got flatlined by my own squad. I'm no EMT, but we all know basic TacMed so I started to tourniquet her leg as best I could. Fought like hell to get her on board the AV with the client, ended up drawing down on each other. In the end, we dropped her off at a hospital but I lost my job and had to pay for her treatment. Don't mind that part." 

"You really are a boy scout..." 

Sitting up against you, Rebecca holds your face in her hands and kisses you slowly, her hair brushing against your cheeks and your heart rate slowing with each touch of her lips. Minutes pass by with the two of you frozen in place, silently kissing each other, until she finally pulls free. 

"I'm actually getting hungry, so we can finish this later." 

Bouncing off of you, Rebecca undoes her head piece and lets her pigtails down, her hair flowing down her back. You sit up and nestle yourself into the corner of the couch as Becca hands you your food, leaning against you with her own burger. The two of you eat while staring at the TV, and you can hear quiet moans emanating from Rebecca with each bite.

"Have you really never had fresh food?" you ask between mouthfuls. 

"First time I remember trying some was around last year, after a big job. Spent just about all the eddies I got from it just to celebrate at a nice restaurant. Haven't had it since, just too expensive."

Pausing between bites to answer, Rebecca devours her burger and starts to pick at her fries one by one. 

"Fuck, even these fries are amazing!" she exclaims, stuffing her face with three at a time, "This is more addicting than dorph."

"Don't get too used to it, food like this is a once in a while thing, even for me." you chuckle, finishing your meal. Balling up the wrappers, you aim for the nearest trash can and take the shot, the paper bouncing off the rim onto the floor. Rebecca licks her fingers clean as you settle back into the couch, sliding against you and pulling your arm over her again. The two of you lie together quietly as the sun finally falls behind the horizon, the flickering light of the TV the only thing left illuminating the room. Your eyelids begin to droop as Rebecca's body rests against yours, both of you drifting off to sleep.

Some time later, sunlight shines through the window and into your eyes at just the right angle, forcing you awake. Groaning and rolling over, you realize Rebecca's gone, her black panties draped across your chest. You can hear water running in the bathroom as you sit up, she must be in the shower. Rebecca's undershorts fall into your lap as you sit up, and a thought briefly crosses your mind. 

"Am I degenerate enough to sniff a girl's panties?" you wonder aloud, holding them in your hand. Unfortunately for you, the bathroom door opens and Rebecca steps out, a towel hanging around her shoulders.

"Watcha got there, boy scout?" she smirks, walking over to you.

"Uh, nothing. Sleep well?" you reply, throwing her panties behind you, but not fast enough. 

"You smelled them, didn't you?" 

"N-no, I would never..."

Even though you're technically telling the truth, your gaze still falls to the side and your cheeks flush a bit. Rebecca's hair falls down her shoulder as she cocks her head to the side, grinning as she watches you. 

"Why bother with my panties when you can taste the real thing?" she whispers, her hips swaying seductively as she makes her way to you. Grabbing you by the shirt, she kicks your feet out from under you and knocks you on your ass, your back resting against the couch. 

"Say 'ahhhh'..."

Pulling your head back by your hair, she raises one leg and rests her foot beside your head on the cushion, bringing her hairless slit to your face. Closing your eyes, you obey silently and extend your tongue, tasting her almost immediately after.  You work your tongue slowly, exploring carefully, before diving in deeper, your lips pressed firmly to hers. Rebecca moans quietly as you lick, her fingers pulling at your hair each time your tongue hits the right spot. With your hands resting on her thighs, you continue your efforts, her juices coating your face. 

"This what you wanted? Get a good taste..." Rebecca hisses, pulling your face into her crotch. You can smell your soap on her skin as she grinds onto your tongue, water still dripping down her skin from the shower. After a few minutes of lapping at her cunt, you feel her shudder before a gush of liquid fills your mouth and splashes across your face. Her grip on your hair tightens as she cums, eventually letting you free and stepping back once she finishes covering your skin.

"You look like a need a shower yourself, better get in there, mister." she teases, admiring your new face coating. Rising to your feet, you follow Rebecca towards the bathroom slowly, losing your clothes along the way. Pulling you by the hands, she leads you into the shower stall, the warm water splashing over your skin. Her hand falls to your waist and squeezes your half hard cock, stroking lightly until you're pressed firmly against her stomach. Kissing your chest, Rebecca continues tugging on you until you can't take any more, hooking your arms under her legs and lifting her up. 

"Oh my, what's gotten into you?" 

Wrapping her arms around your neck, Becca stares at you with her neon eyes, chewing on her lip as you try to slip inside her. After a few tries, you finally line up correctly and bury your cock with one go, Rebecca's cry echoing throughout the stall. Hands resting on her surprisingly cushioned ass, you slam into her repeatedly, her warm cunt swallowing you eagerly. Rebecca claws at your shoulders with each thrust, stifling her moans with gritted teeth and tensing around your length. 

Hooking her legs around your waist, Becca grinds desperately against you, thighs trembling. Even with the water pouring over your bodies, you can still feel her gushing around your cock, her cunt squeezing in reflex. Pinning Rebecca against the wall, you kiss her roughly as you drive your length deeper, her teeth pulling at your bottom lip. As light as she is, you still feel your arms starting to give out after a while. Dropping her to the floor, you take a quick break to catch your breath, Rebecca's lips immediately closing around your cock. Leaning against the wall, you watch her take you deeper with each movement of her head, swallowing to the base. After a half a minute of massaging you with her throat, she gradually pulls herself off and rubs the head of your cock with a finger.

"Think you're clean enough?" she asks, smiling up at you as she kisses along the side of your length.

"I think you're about to get yourself messy again." you gasp. Rebecca's tongue twirls over the head in response, encouraging you, but you manage to hold yourself back despite her teasing. Falling back weakly against the wall, you slide down the slick tile until you're seated upright, Becca crawling onto you your lap. Holding your cock in her hand, she rubs you against her slit before bringing her hips down and sitting on you properly. Her hands rest on your shoulders as she begins moving, small tits bouncing in front of your face. Holding onto her waist, you guide her along your cock as she rides you, the patter of the shower mixing with your moans. 

Rebecca's fingers rub and squeeze your shoulders as she uses you to satisfy herself, arms eventually closing around your neck as her hips start to bounce as if possessed. You can feel her fingernails digging into your skin as her legs start to quiver once more, and they claw down your back once her next orgasm hits. Holding her tight, you buck your hips up to meet hers as she rides out the wave of ecstasy, on the verge of your own. Bringing your hips up one more time, Rebecca screams deliriously as you bottom out inside her, her teeth sinking into the nape of your neck and setting you off. 

Clutching Rebecca in your arms, you unload deep inside her as her own orgasm continues to milk you, filling her until it begins leaking down your pulsing cock. You sit together for a good minute, huddled and shaking as you both come down from your temporary high, your cum swirling down the drain as it drips out from Rebecca's cunt and mixes with the water. 

Finally separating yourselves with a sigh, you both crawl under the shower head and rinse yourselves off, unable to keep your hands off each other. Kissing up her neck, you feel her running her hands up your sides and pulling you closer, your own fingers running through her hair.

"You got anything to do today?" Rebecca whispers as your lips trace across her skin. 

"Mmm, not really. Why, you got something in mind?" 

"I was thinking we could just hang out a bit. But this time with clothes on, at least for a little while." she suggests, giggling in your ear. You both finally manage to break free of the shower, stepping out and drying off next to the sink. 

"Clothed? I don't know..." you tease, raising your hand to block Rebecca's towel hurtling towards your head. "I guess we can try doing something that isn't just fucking like animals."

Shaking herself dry, Rebecca pulls her hair back and smooths it over, wandering outside the bathroom to your bedroom. You take a second to drop her towel in the hamper, tying your own around your waist and following her. 

"You mind if I borrow some clothes? I only brought the one outfit with me." she calls out, standing inside your closet. 

"Sure, I guess. I'm not really sure anything's gonna fit you, though."

Standing behind Rebecca in the closet, you grab your own clothes while she sorts through the hangers, finally settling on a brown leather bomber jacket. Slipping on her own black top and shorts, she pulls her arms through the sleeves of the jacket.

"Eh, it's a little big, but that's fine." Rebecca giggles, flapping the empty ends of the sleeves and spinning around. "How do I look?"

"Like you have a thing for oversized jackets." you reply, stepping into a pair of grey jeans. 

"You're just jealous that I wear it better than you. It's okay, we can't all be fashion icons."

Skipping away, Rebecca waits impatiently by the door as you finish dressing and grooming yourself, spraying some cologne and combing your hair just the way you want it. Admiring yourself in the mirror, you turn your head to the side a few times before finally stepping away and meeting Becca.

"You finally done? You're like a woman in there, Jesus." 

Pulling you out the door by the sleeve, Rebecca drags you into the elevator, the two of you riding it to the ground floor.

"So what do you drive?" Rebecca asks, nudging you with her hips as the elevator hums.

"I've got an Apollo and a Quartz, nothing fancy. Bike's good for getting around when I'm in a rush but I'm not gonna drive it in the rain around here." you reply, the doors opening with a chime as you hit the bottom. 

"If we don't take the Apollo, I'm never fucking you again." she informs you, the two of you walking to the building's garage. 

"You know, I think I saw some clouds outside..."

Your teasing earns you a shove from behind, the energetic girl running out in front of you in search of your motorcycle. Once she finds it, she hops on the seat and grabs the handlebars, twisting the handle and making revving noises with her mouth.

"Come on! Let's go!" she yells, legs extended in front of her as she wiggles the front wheel. 

"I hope you don't think you're driving." you remark, pulling the key from your pocket. Her dejected face almost makes you reconsider, but you stay strong, prying her fingers off the handles and taking the driver's seat, pulling your helmet over your head.

"So, where are we going, exactly?" you ask, the engine roaring to life beneath you. 

"Head to the western edge of Charter Hill, we'll start there." 

Wrapping her arms around your waist, Rebecca holds onto you as you the bike's tires screech, launching you out of the garage and down the street. Weaving your way through traffic, you speed over to Westbrook, Rebecca's hands slipping down to grip your inner thighs. You do your best to ignore her fingers rubbing along you, but she's way too good at teasing and seems to know your spots. By the time you hit Charter Hill, you're already at full mast, her palm rubbing the bulge along the thigh of your jeans. Finding an open spot to park on the street, you come to a stop, taking a deep breath and lowering your head.

"Hey, you feeling okay?" Rebecca giggles from behind, patting your crotch. 

"Yeah, you can get off the bike. I'll just be a second." you groan, panting into your helmet.

"You're so tense! Let's take a slow lap around the block again, I bet that'll make you feel better." 

Revving the engine, you pull back out into the street, a little shakier than normal. Rebecca's arms squeeze your midsection a bit tighter as she strokes you through the fabric of your pants, her pace increasing as you speed up. You manage to make it around a few corners, somehow, before you pull over onto the sidewalk, pulling the key and dragging Rebecca into the bathroom of some convenience store. Fumbling with your belt buckle, you drop your pants and pull out your cock when Becca slaps your hand away, wrapping her fingers around your length. 

"Jesus, Rebecca, I'm dying here." you gasp, bent over the toilet as she reaches around from behind to jack you off. It only takes another half minute of her frantic stroking before you're gritting your teeth and giving the metal rim a white paint job, Rebecca chuckling quietly. 

"Feel better?" she giggles, her fingers squeezing around the base and pulling out every drop. Your vision starts to come back after a few seconds of spots appearing, and you let out a big exhale.

"Yeah, fuck. You're gonna wring me dry one of these days."

"That's right! It's my job to pull every last drop of your life force out from your cock!" Rebecca brings her hands up and claws at you lightly, baring her teeth before falling into you, laughing. "Come on, tuck yourself back in. We have some bars to hit."

Pulling back into the same spot as before, you lock the wheels of your bike with a click and follow Rebecca down some steps, cherry blossoms falling from two trees in the center of the plaza.

"So what is this place?" you ask, brushing a petal off your shoulder.

"One of my favorite places to relax. Bar's owned by a chain, but you won't find a nicer place to drink without breaking the bank." 

Taking a seat at the outdoor bar, you read the sign 'Yagami Market' above Rebecca as she heads inside to place an order. Raising your hand, you signal the bartender and order two Moscow Mules. The drinks hit the counter just as Rebecca comes walking out with a tray of food, taking a seat beside you. 

"Thanks for the drink, choom. Hope you like EEZYBEEF skewers." 

"Yeah, that's fine. You think I'm some spoiled corpo baby, don't you?" you reply, taking a sip.

"Nah, if I thought that we wouldn't be hanging out. You just seem a little like a fish out of water, though. How long you actually been in NC?" 

"Only a few months, really. Is it that obvious?"

"Well you have the standard 'don't fuck with me' look, and you can back it up, but you look like you came out of a toy box." she notes, taking a bite off a skewer. "I just think it would do you some good to get to know your surroundings, you know?"

"Yeah, makes sense. I've been pretty much on my own since I got here, just taking the odd job to keep me afloat and pairing with random crews." 

"I'd say maybe try to find someone you click with, but you can't trust anyone in 2075. Everyone's either a corpo wannabe that'll fuck you over, or a cyberpsycho in waiting."

"What about you? Who do you usually run with?" you ask, knocking your drink back.

"I got my brother, Pilar, but outside of that, nobody really in particular. Got a few fixers I go to for reliable jobs, that's really it."

"Well, if you ever need a body for your crew, I'm happy to fill the slot."

"Thanks, choom. I'm sure I'll give you some more last minute surprises."

You both laugh for a moment then quiet down, drinking in silence as you listen to the city carry on around you. Pink petals drift through the air and land on the counter, one falling on Rebecca's head. Smiling to yourself, you take a deep breath and let out a sigh, finally releasing what feels like a year's worth of tension. 

"This is a nice place, Becca. Thanks for bringing me." you smile, patting your new friend on the shoulder. 

"Fuck, what are you getting all sappy for?" she mutters, her cheeks turning pink as her head turns away, but slipping her hand into yours at the same time. 

"You got anywhere else planned for this tour?" you ask, squeezing her hand briefly and letting it go. 

"Yeah, you ever been to Jig-Jig street?"

"Can't say I have, what's there?"

Covering her mouth, Rebecca tries to stifle a laugh, looking at you then turning away, snorting into her hand.

"Nothing. Don't worry about it. You'll see when we get there." she snickers, handing the bartender a few bills. Shaking your head, you stand up off the stool and start heading back up the stairs, Rebecca still laughing to herself behind you. 

"Alright, you gonna give me directions?" you ask, swinging your leg over the seat of the motorcycle and letting the engine come to life.

"North, you can't miss the entrance." she answers, hopping on behind you and hugging your back. The tires screech as you pull back onto the street, riding into Japantown as the sun starts to sink behind the buildings. After a few minutes of driving, Becca tugs on your shirt, pulling your attention to a sign above a street entrance. 'Jig-Jig Street' illuminates an archway in big pink letters, and you assume this must be the place. Parking beside a barrier, you step off the bike and immediately wrinkle your nose.

"Fuck, what is this place? Smells like piss, sex, and garbage."

"Hey, you're pretty close there, boy scout. Welcome to Night City's red light district. I bet you've never set foot in here, have you?" 

Walking up beside you, Rebecca admires the scene beyond the gate, joytoys hanging outside buildings, people trying to look discreet as they hire them, others just vomiting in the gutters. 

"Nope, haven't had the pleasure. But how bad can it be?" you reply, fidgeting nervously. Seeing people turned inside out and in pieces over the years have desensitized you to violence, but all the strange signs and ads for sex toys hanging overhead has you a bit uncomfortable.

"You're the cutest. Don't worry, I'll hold your hand." Rebecca teases, leading you into the alley. The constant barrage on your senses has you a bit disoriented, and you don't even notice the name of the bar you end up stopping in. 

"Hey, take a seat, relax. You're way too stiff right now, and not in the fun way."

Pushing you onto a couch, Rebecca slips through the small crowd of people to the bar, leaving you to watch a joytoy dancing around a pole in front of you. Not sure where to put your hands, you leave them awkwardly on your lap, sweat starting to drip down the side of your face. Thankfully, you see Rebecca on her way back, drinks in hand.

"Here, slam this." she orders, handing you a lowball glass of something orange. You take her advice and swallow it down in one gulp, alcohol warming your belly as it settles. 

"Might as well take this one too. I'll get another round, don't worry."

Knocking back the other glass as well, you take a deep breath and try to relax, focusing on the movements of the dancer. Looking over at the bar, you watch Rebecca take two shots of something at the counter before receiving two cocktails. The pink lights start to waver a bit as the booze starts to hit you, and you finally sit back, sinking into the couch. Becca returns once again and hands you a glass, taking a seat next to you and scooting close until her hips bump yours. 

"How ya feeling? You look a little looser." 

"Hey, yeah. Feelin' alriiight." you murmur, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. Taking a drink from your glass, you just vibe in your spot, enjoying Rebecca's company and listening to the music in the dive. You both get through another two drinks each, giggling to each other over nothing as you stumble to your feet. 

"Comm on, I wanna show you th' best place to go 'round here!" Rebecca slurs, shuffling to the exit. Nodding to yourself, you lean on the wall for a moment to regain your balance before following her into the street. Wandering aimlessly through stalls and holograms, you somehow manage to keep track of Rebecca, trailing behind her until she stops in front of a neon sign that reads 'SEX SHOP' in bright red lettering.

"Yeahhh, thiss the place! Lessseee what they got!" 

Fumbling her way through the entrance, Rebecca wanders over to a shelf lined with mannequin busts all wearing various toys around their waist.

"Hey, y-you should get one o those!" you hiccup, patting her on the back. You can't really make out what they all are, but they look pretty funny in your inebriation. 

"Hey, can- Can I try these on?" she calls out, getting a shrug from the shop keep. As she's looking over the selection, you're suddenly pushed to the side, some guy in a corpo suit taking your place behind Rebecca.

"Hey, how about we get a room across the street? I want to test your gag reflex." he sneers, placing his hands on her shoulders and running them down her chest. You can see her tense up as you pull yourself to your feet again, barely containing the voice in your head telling you to shoot him. Gaining sobriety through anger, you grab him by the collar, yanking him backwards and kicking the back of his knees out.

"I actually don't have one," Rebecca mutters with a clenched jaw, grabbing a fist shaped toy off the shelf, "but we can have some fun testing yours."

Pulling the corpo's jaw open, you watch as Becca slams the toy into his mouth, his eyes tearing up as he gurgles helplessly. Pounding on the bottom of the dildo, she forces it down his throat until his face starts turning blue and his neck bulges.

"Hey, you're pretty good at this. Had enough yet? You ready to apologize?" Rebecca hisses, pulling a handgun from her pocket and pressing the barrel under his chin. Unable to speak or move his head properly, the corpo just lets out muffled screams, eyes wide. Gripping the base of the toy, Rebecca twists and pulls it free from his throat, letting it fall to the ground, covered in saliva.

"Aw, come on. You're buying that, you know." the store employee groans, watching you, "If you're gonna kill him, can you at least do it outside?"

You let the corpo rat go and he falls to the floor, bent over and coughing as Rebecca crouches beside him, tapping the back of his head with her pistol.

"Well? What's it gonna be, yono?" she whispers, cocking the hammer back in his ear.

"Alright! Alright, I'm sorry! Fuck, you joytoys are touchy lately." he babbles, sitting up.

"The fuck you call me?"

A look of calm rage falls over Rebecca's face as she stands again, pushing the barrel into his mouth and walking him backwards into the street. The corpo sits back on his hands and knees in a puddle of piss, alcohol, and gutter oil, tears streaming down his face as he looks up at Becca. You see her finger twitch, but she eventually pulls her gun from his mouth, kicking him onto his back and stomping on his crotch.

"Fuck. You're getting off easy, you goddamn prick." she yells, pocketing her handgun and turning away while he writhes in the street. "Ruined my buzz, too. FUCK!"

Heading back into the store, Rebecca slaps some eddies on the counter to cover the dildo she crammed down the guy's throat and one more toy. 

"Sorry about the mess. I just hate guys that can't keep their hands to themselves." she grumbles, pocketing a black strap-on. 

"Hey, no worries. Ending a shift with just a little spit on the floor is a miracle." the cashier chuckles, reaching beneath the desk. "You looking for something to get you back in the mood?"

"I've never really taken anything..." you mention, and Rebecca immediately jumps at the offer.

"Hell yes. Whatcha got? Trying to break in Mr. Goody Two Shoes here."

"Rainbow X. It'll get you where you want to be, but don't take it in public. Hits way hard. Five hundred each."

Sliding a pair of inhalers over the counter, he glances between the both of you for payment.

"Fuck it, let's do it." you give in, handing him the money. Pocketing the tools, you step back and sigh, unsure of what to expect. Rebecca's smiling again though, and that's all that matters.

"There's a nice hotel just outside of Jig-Jig Street, if you're looking to use now. There's always the single room stalls you can find around here, but those things are filthy. Wouldn't recommend it." 

Thanking the clerk, you both make your way out of the store, stepping over the squirming corpo and wandering into the night. Lights and signs blur beside you as you roam in circles and somehow make it out of Jig-Jig Street, stumbling over each other until you find the aforementioned hotel. 

"Woah, this is a swanky place..." you marvel, admiring the old timey crystal chandeliers and lamps in the lobby. "Too bad we're gonna ruin one of their rooms."

Stepping up to the counter, you place your hand on the scanner and book a room, 400 eddies disappearing from your account. The hostess looks up from her desk to thank you, handing you a card key and bowing before returning to her work. Slipping her arm through yours, Rebecca hangs on to you as you ride the elevator up, squeezing lightly when you make it to the top. 

"Sorry for what you saw back there. Wanted to show you the real Night City, and I guess that's a part of it."

"Hey, don't worry about it. I'm a big boy, I don't need to be shielded from trash like that." you reply, leaning over to kiss the top of her head.

"No, I know. It's just..." Rebecca's head hangs low as she kicks the floor, embarrassed. "Everyone's always on edge in this city. With the gangs, NCPD, and the corpos all fighting each other in the streets, it sends everyone into a paranoid or violent frenzy. I don't want to see you get wrapped up in all this, you're my Yagami Market bar."

Pulling Rebecca close, you hold her in a quiet embrace for a solid minute, even as the door slides open. 

"I can't promise I'll never change, but I'll do my best to stay the boy scout you know now, alright?"

You feel her give a silent nod against your chest and squeeze your ass with a sniffle. "I'm really not helping the mood here."

Taking her by the hand, you lead her to the room and scan in, closing the door and pinning her with a deep kiss as soon as she steps inside. Returning your kiss, she jumps and wraps her legs around your waist, clinging to you tightly. Carrying her to the bed, you fall backwards onto the mattress and keep her close, the two of you tearing the clothes off each other. Making sure to place the X inhalers on the nightstand, you pull your jacket off Rebecca, undoing her top and tossing it aside.

Rolling Becca onto her back, you pin her wrists beside her head and kiss down her neck, tracing across her collarbone and down to her chest. You can feel her chest rise and fall as her breath becomes labored, and you run your tongue around her nipple, sucking lightly. Rebecca struggles lightly against your grip as you flick your tongue quickly, pulling off to kiss up between her breasts. Squeezing your waist with her legs, you can feel Rebecca squirm as you play with her body, her hips grinding up desperately. 

Pressing the growing bulge in your jeans against her crotch, you let her rub herself against it as you close your lips around her other nipple, wriggling your tongue. After a minute of teasing you can feel her body start to shake and tense up, a small orgasm forcing her to cry out, back arching upwards. Sitting up, you let her collapse on the bed, a distant look in her eyes as she recovers. 

"Fuck..." she groans, rolling over. "I think it's your turn to get worked on, yeah? Can't be the only one having a good time."

Reaching over to the nightstand, she grabs one of the inhalers and sits on her knees in front of you.

"Do you trust me?"

Leaning over slowly, you press your lips to hers, kissing her softly and answering, "Yeah, I trust you."

You're such a gonk..." she whispers into your mouth, biting your bottom lip lightly. "Alright, take a deep breath."

Pulling free of the kiss, Rebecca holds the inhaler to your mouth and presses the top, vapor hissing out the sides as you inhale. You hold your breath for as long as you can, finally exhaling a small cloud and falling back onto the bed. 

"How do you feel?" Rebecca asks, lying down beside you and rubbing your chest softly. 

"Uh, okay. Nothing yet." you mumble, feeling a bit dizzy. You start to feel a bit warm and become acutely aware of Rebecca's finger tracing along your skin, her touch tingling slightly with every inch. The heat starts to become more intense and you undo your pants, kicking them free to feel the air against your skin. 

"Looks like it's starting to kick in, you doing okay?" Becca whispers, kissing your shoulder and gliding her hand down to fondle you through your boxers.

"Yeah... Just... Kinda hot... Touch feels nice... Everything feels nice..."

Tugging your boxers down, Rebecca reveals your erection, standing straight up like never before and dripping pre. You try to sit up, but you're gently pushed back into the mattress, Becca's hand squeezing your cock lightly to draw out another small river of clear fluid. 

"Just relax..." you hear, closing your eyes and feeling her tongue run across the head. Every touch and lick sends a small jolt of electricity throughout your body, and it isn't long until you're clutching the bed sheets, Rebecca's lips closing over the swollen head and sucking vigorously. Her hands roam across your lower body as she begins to push further down your length, one hand slipping between your legs to squeeze your sack and coaxing a soft moan from you. The head of your cock begins to tingle and heat up more with each bob of her head, and you tense in reflex, a small spurt of cream escaping onto Rebecca's tongue.

"How you doing there, boy scout?" you hear her ask, her tongue lapping under the head of your cock. You manage to prop yourself up on your elbows with some effort, looking Rebecca in the eye as she slurps along your length happily.

"Everything's just... super sensitive... Like, it's good, just... interesting." 

"Well don't go anywhere, I'm gonna go grab something from the bathroom." she commands, giving you a quick stroke and hopping off the bed. Sitting on the edge of the mattress, you notice everything starting to change colors and haze over, the lights fading to blue and green, then back to normal. You wave your arm in front of your face and stare at it in awe, falling back onto the sheets and spreading out along them. The soft, cool, sheets feel amazing on your skin, and you spend a minute just squirming in place.

Still in the midst of making snow angels on the bed sheets, you fail to notice Rebecca returning with a small jar and taking a seat next to you. The next thing you feel is something cold and greasy getting rubbed onto your cock, Rebecca's fingers spreading it across your skin. 

"Damn, that feels amazing..." you mumble, bucking your hips up to meet her hand. Looking over at Becca, you watch her pick up the other inhaler and take a hit with her free hand, the one currently wrapped around your length working the oily jelly into you.

"There we go, that'll do it." she exhales, smiling down at you. "Hope you can still get up, big boy. I wanna take you for a ride."

Rubbing her thumb over your sensitive head, she slathers more lubrication onto you before wiping her hands clean and crawling onto her hands and knees. Looking back at you, she slaps her ass in invitation, blowing you a kiss. Fighting gravity, you force yourself upright and kneel behind Rebecca, grabbing her by the cheeks and looking down at her winking hole.

"Come on, just like before..." she whispers, shaking her hips teasingly and pressing back against your greased up shaft. The room spins around you, distracting you from Rebecca's bent over form, but you focus and start to push your cock against her tight backdoor. This entry is much smoother than the last thanks to her liberal application of lube, and you watch her hole swallow your length inch by inch as you thrust forward. The enhanced sensation of Becca's ring bearing down on you sends you into a near frenzy, and you immediately drive into her guts as far as you can, bottoming out in one go. You can hear Rebecca moaning from your sudden intrusion, but all you can think about is your own release, grabbing her by the hips to pull back before slamming back in. 

Rebecca's fists pull at the bed sheets as you pull her back on your cock, crying out with every thrust and bowing her head. You don't even think about moving your hips anymore, something in your subconscious just fucks her instinctively, the friction and heat building until you hunch over her back, unloading in her just like the first time you met. Bent over Rebecca and panting heavily, you begin to rock in and out of her again, your cock remaining hard even after orgasm. 

"Oh, fuck..." she groans, as you push her flat on the bed kick her legs apart, pinning her by her shoulders and drawing your hips back before slamming balls deep back inside her. Time is a lost concept to you as you mindlessly rut Becca, dumping load after load of white liquid into her bowels, announcing each new addition with a grunt before continuing on. Her pastel green hair sticks to her face and back, matted by sweat and drool from her open mouth. Rebecca's eyes seem to roll back in her head as you hammer into her, but she keeps pushing back to meet you, squeezing around your cock occasionally. 

Finally, after applying five coats of fresh white paint to her insides, you pause to take a break, glancing over at the clock on the nightstand, the numbers twisting into odd incomprehensible shapes before your eyes. Rebecca remains flat beneath you, her legs quivering frantically as she babbles incoherently. As you catch your breath, your cock finally decides it's had enough, softening enough to slip out from Rebecca's thoroughly stretched hole and bringing a small river of white with it that flows down her inner thigh. The dizziness seems to hit even harder now, and you roll onto your back beside Rebecca, her arm falling across your chest as she pulls herself against you. 

"That was... fuck... I've never cum so hard in my life." she whispers, kissing your neck as you stare up at the ceiling. "Hope you enjoyed yourself too, boy scout."

You open your mouth to answer, but all you can do is sigh as darkness overtakes you, the exertion and drugs finally catching up to knock you out. You can feel Rebecca's embrace as your mind fights to stay awake before eventually losing out and sending you into a deep, relaxing, sleep.