Cthulhutech: This Life

Story by Kaoru

Authors Note:

This is the first time in years I've tried to do a story (not counting, roleplay) so apologies if it's not up to par. I'm not really sure if I'll go anywhere with this. The mood just struck me to write this and with halloween right around the corner it seemed kind of appropriate. If I continue with this I probably won't be going through this from a first person perspective. This story is in the Cthulhutech universe. An RPG setting which combines the themes and tropes of scifi/mecha anime along with magic, psychokinetics, and the entities of the Cthulhu Mythos.

Anyways thought I'd take a chance and hope someone enjoys the story. Material is rather lite, and needs a bit of work. But in time if I choose to continue hopefully I'll get better.

Prologue

I woke up hearing an electrical hum, opening my eyes only to find the brightness of a ceiling light. Wincing my eyes a little at the light I hadn't been prepared for. From the look of things I was lying on the tiled floor of a bathroom, not too far off was a toilet and a glass walled shower. The events that led up to this point were a blur in my head, I was even having trouble remembering my own life. With a little effort I managed to get to back up on my legs and over towards the sink, giving myself a glance over in the mirror. "What ....where...?" I seem to ask the air while looking at my reflection. Seeing myself helped me start to pull the pieces together. My skin is jet black, though most of my body had contrasting whitework tattoos scattered around in patterns, rather stylish designs too, cultural maybe. While I talked out loud to myself, I took notice of my teeth, my canines were elongated, and the rest of my teeth seemed sharper than a human's, particularly my incisors.

These realizations brought back memories, early memories. Flashes of a past I'm on the edge of remembering. Emersion in a tank full of green liquid, myself as a child speaking a strange language with other children that had jet black skin and white tattoos like mine, looking down on the earth from a ship with them, and finally combat training amongst them. I was remembering the warship I had come to earth on. "Nazzadi.... I'm a Nazzadi..." I say, accented with a bit of pride. Taking in that bit of information I resumed looking myself over. My eyes and my hair were both red, the latter of them in a pixie cut. By the look of me I was about an even six feet in height, my weight I had a harder time judging, couldn't be that much considering that I was rather lithe. My breasts were perky, low D's, that in a moment of self indulgence I chose to fondle. I enjoy the feeling of my fingers running along the flesh of my breasts, my nipples had grown stiff. Curiously I felt heat down below, which I was compelled to look over. What I saw brought out a wide eyed stare with shorts gasps of surprise. I had a cock, one I had managed to awaken with my earlier exploration, complete with a pair of balls. After a few seconds of shock more of my memories began to flood my head.

It must have been a few years back, I was with an old friend of mine, an arcanotherapist that owed me a favor. I wanted to change my sex and she offered to do it for free. I asked her to keep my body as a woman's, the only change was that my vagina was replaced with a penis. After the memory hit I was flooded with more images. Dancing around a pole in a club, putting on shows for clientele, fucking other dancers, both Human and Nazzadi. Some who were completely female, some like herself, and one or two full blown hermaphrodites in private shows for men and women. The same flashes of sex coming to mind for some of her clients, women only it seemed when it came to the dirty deed. One last glimpse of sex came to my mind, I was standing over a woman who was laying back, her legs wrapped around my waist, my hands braced on hers. The woman in question looking as though she were of middle eastern descent with beautiful brown eyes and long black hair, my cock sinking deep into her pussy, rapidly pumping in and out. Both panting, the woman moaning, soft gasps at first, growing into deeper and longer sustained moans as I force myself into her, until she finally calls out "Ngh! Fuck! Cum inside me Caty!~" Moments later I do just that, crying out with her, our orgasms surprisingly well coordinated, then there was darkness.

I shake my head as my past comes back to me, rubbing my forehead with my left hand. Absent mindedly stroking my cock with the other. "My name ... Caty. I remember now. I'm an escort." I look around the bathroom again. "This is my friend Nagina's apartment." I say aloud, letting out a sigh of relief. "But .... I still don't remember coming over, was I drugged?" I asked internally, before I looked to where I was laying earlier, a small trail of blood on the floor where my right shoulder had been. Releasing my cock after I came to my senses. "Blood?" Reaching to my shoulder with my le

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