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frozenbird) wrote2023-02-17 02:53 pm
frozenbird) wrote2023-02-17 02:53 pm
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[PSL] The Chip
[ It is the year 3154 of the Unification Era. Ibis's apartment. Everything's fine.
Natel and Ibis met freshman year, through a dance class. Not exactly best friends, but she does enjoy their time together. Also, Ibis wouldn't deny that there's some attraction there, but not enough that she's gotten around to doing anything about it. Sometimes you can just be attracted to your friends, and be comfortable in that space.
Sometimes.
One quiet, uneventful evening at her place. Takeout, video games, posting, nothing special. A moment of silence lapses, the two of them on opposite ends of the couch. Ibis suddenly sits up, her expression as unreadable as ever. ]
If I show you something, can you keep it a secret?
Natel and Ibis met freshman year, through a dance class. Not exactly best friends, but she does enjoy their time together. Also, Ibis wouldn't deny that there's some attraction there, but not enough that she's gotten around to doing anything about it. Sometimes you can just be attracted to your friends, and be comfortable in that space.
Sometimes.
One quiet, uneventful evening at her place. Takeout, video games, posting, nothing special. A moment of silence lapses, the two of them on opposite ends of the couch. Ibis suddenly sits up, her expression as unreadable as ever. ]
If I show you something, can you keep it a secret?
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Make a show of it... well, Natel knows from that dance class they were in that she's not any good at that, but she'll do her best. She gets some things out of the dresser, lays them on the bed, then faces away from Natel before unhooking her bra. She lets it hang off her shoulders for a moment before letting it drop to the floor. Making a show of covering her breasts for modesty, she then sits on the edge of the bed before lowering her arms to reveal her (admittedly unimpressive) chest, and then slowly slides off her panties, fully exposed save for crossing one leg over the other to just barely block Natel's view of the most important bit.
From there, she pulls a sheer, almost transparent red negligee over her head, and matches it with a matching pair of right red panties. Changing complete. Awaiting further instructions.]
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Then, she slips onto the bed, behind Ibis a bit... And places her hands on her friend's breasts, lightly bouncing them - as interested in her reaction as the act. Oh, she's going to have to finish undressing soon, but seeing what's happening is just as neat.]
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When she feels Natel's hands on her, though, she does respond. Sensations still feel real. This is where she would usually start to panic, but... she hasn't been ordered to panic, so she doesn't.
Ibis leans back a bit, resting her head lightly on Natel's shoulder. There's not a lot there to bounce, but the touch feels... good. This is good.]
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How about you help me undress~?
[This is one of those ones where there's a lot of ways Ibis could do this - Natel will be actively cooperative however Ibis interprets this. She... Definitely seems to be confident here, even as she's realizing this is actually GOING someplace now.]
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[One downside of the chip is that it tends to support interpreting orders literally. Ibis turns to face Natel, but doesn't make any move on her own - she said to help her undress, not to undress her.
Once Natel picks up on that and gets started, though, she happily assists. Her hands move a little sluggishly, unbuttoning buttons and exposing skin wherever Natel isn't doing it herself. It's hard to read Ibis's face even when she isn't hypnotized, but her focus on Natel's body seems intense. She's seldom seen her friend without a cape, let alone without a shirt.
Either when Natel stops, or when she has nothing left to take off, Ibis returns to a neutral state, awaiting orders again. She's not just staring into space this time, though - she's still looking at Natel. Perhaps a sign that she's getting into this.]
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That's enough for now.
[And then she slides behind Ibis, beginning to feel her up again - this time, hands exploring along her sides.]
Tell me, does this feel nice?
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So, she thinks. She can still feel. This is... good, right? It's exciting. A little scary. Emotions are too complex, just focus on physical sensation.]
...It feels... good. I like it...
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Turn around and feel me up some, too.
[Her hands shift a bit to give Ibis room to follow the cue. Natel hasn't quite considered this means she'll be facing Ibis right in front of her.]
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She starts with a hand on Natel's thigh, and slowly explores upwards. Her hands brush across her sides, her stomach, her back, and linger a bit longer on her breasts. Feeling their firm shape under her hands, a thought gets through the fog and bounces through her head at random.]
...Beautiful...
[This body is beautiful. That's... Natel's body. Her friend's body, that she's touching. Huh. Would that normally happen...?
The thread of thought fades back into the fog, and she continues methodically exploring Natel's body with her hands, with laser-like focus.]
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Being called beautiful unprompted probably didn't hurt in terms of her being willing to move one step further.]
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She notes this distractedly, but with no further orders, she reacts based on instinct. She returns the kiss, running a hand through Natel's hair as the tension between them rises. Ibis barely knows what her mind wants, but her body wants this, and she sees no reason to hold it back.]
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After some seconds, she speaks again, as her hand starts to pull up Ibis' negligee...]
Unhook my bra.
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That rush isn't the only thing driving her right now, though. She's still nearly incapable of taking actions without orders, but the previous instruction was to feel her up, and that's still applicable, isn't it? She didn't say to stop. So, her hands drift back around to the front, feeling Natel's exposed breasts, fingers tracing lightly over her nipples. She's allowed to do this much, right?]
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You're doing great. Put your leg in closer between mine a bit.
[Getting to the more direct touching, just a little. She'll need to pull panties down soon, of course... And perhaps that'll be the right time for trying a certain something.]
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[Ibis feels another rush of pleasure at being praised. She's doing well. She's following orders.
She moves her leg as directed, lightly pushing Natel's legs further apart. Her hands remain generally above the waistline, reasoning that anything else would be outside the scope of 'feeling up'. She can feel a mixture of excitement and anxiety at the prospect of going further - both touching and being touched - but it's distant, like it's happening to someone else. This whole encounter feels like an out of body experience.]
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Then switch it off, and check Ibis' reaction.]
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She freezes. Then, glances down, and back up. That's Natel, topless. That's her, in her lingerie. After a moment of total confusion, her memories of the last few minutes reassemble. Right, she got hypnotized, and then...]
Holy shit.
[Her first instinct is to withdraw, maybe to push Natel away. It's the panic impulse telling her that she shouldn't be doing this. But, why not? The fact that she was enjoying this wasn't caused by the chip. This is exactly what she wanted to accomplish by using it. Here she was, getting to second base without getting cold feet. Why spoil it now?
Between her logic brain telling her to calm down and her anxiety brain telling her to run away, she manages to at least not break contact. She does take a moment, though, to steady herself and slow her breathing.]
I'm okay.
...Maybe turn it back on for now, though.
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[Natel nods a bit, holding onto Ibis gently with one arm... And pressing the button with the other to switch the chip back on.]
Touch my breasts some, if you would.
[Watching Ibis blank back out is... So hot.]
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[And with that, the fog settles back in. She was worried about... something, probably? The details elude her. It can't be important, not when she has instructions to follow.
'Touch' is a bit more direct than 'feel', isn't it? Ibis puts her hands on Natel's body again, with a firmer grip than before. Massaging her breasts, playing with her nipples. She wants to do more than just touch them, but rules are rules. Anything she wants to do for herself is dwarfed by her desire to do whatever Natel tells her to do.]
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It felt so good. But... Something told her-]
More. Do more.
[As her own hands started to touch along Ibis' breasts, matching her moves almost tentatively...]
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Eventually, she lowers her head, kissing Natel on the chest a couple times, trailing downwards until she brings her mouth to one of her nipples, playing with it with her tongue. She teases the other with her fingers, trying to bring out as much pleasure as she can despite her meager experience with this sort of thing.]