Parasite Eve

Making Friends

Victor Fletcher watched through a reinforced window as scientists performed a new set of tests upon Eve.  The twelve year old girl was stretched out on her back, naked and bound with leather straps while the doctors collected fresh blood samples and performed bio-scans with hand-held units.  Eve wore her helmet, the displays built inside bombarding her with imagery designed to condition her to be the perfect warrior.  Victor smiled in satisfaction until the phone near his hand rang.

"Fletcher."

"Baldwin, sir.  We've recovered Ms. Brea and placed her in one of our L.A. safe houses until she heals from her wounds.  Sir, Maeda is with her."

"Make sure he doesn't tell her anything important."

"Yes, sir."

"The Dryfield operation is complete.  When Brea is ready, send her there for her next assignment."

"That's very close to the Ark, sir."

"I'm aware of that!" snapped Victor.  "It's almost time for her to reach her full potential."

Victor hung up the phone.  Eve shivered slightly in her bonds, and Victor emulated her, but his shiver was from pleasure.

"My sweet little girl," grinned Victor, baring his ivory teeth as a hungry wolf would.

***

Aya struggled back to consciousness.  She moaned weakly, her whole body ached, her head pounded so hard she thought her skull would explode.  Vision returned slowly, images blurred and remained unfocused.  A man with short, black hair stood to the right of Aya's bed, she could barely make out a white lab coat and shining glasses.

"Who..?"

"Aya, it's me, Maeda!" whispered the Japanese man urgently.

"Maeda?" groaned Aya, blinking her eyes rapidly to clear them.

"Now that you're conscious they'll want me to leave," murmured Maeda, bending low to speak into Aya's right ear. "Remember this!  Don't listen to your blood!  Fight your urges or you'll become just like Eve!"

"Eve..," murmured Aya, her heavy eyelids closing.

***

Aya gasped and bolted upright.  She looked around her bed, she was alone in a small room, the lights were off, but sunlight brightened the draped window to Aya's left.  As Aya yawned and stretched her arms over her head, the bedroom door opened and Jodie came in bearing a tray with steaming, aromatic coffee, freshly scrambled eggs, toast with jam, and an assortment of fruit.  Aya accepted the tray eagerly and attacked the food.  Jodie dragged a chair to the side of Aya's bed and sat down.  Jodie had her long, auburn hair tied into a bun over her head, she wore a simple sun dress that showed off her figure tastefully.

"I've never seen someone heal so fast," observed Jodie, shaking her head in wonder.

"My whole family heals fast," replied Aya around a mouthful of toast.

"Lucky you," grinned Jodie.  "The doctor says you can leave now, do you have a place to stay?"

"The doctor, was he a Japanese man?  Was his name Maeda?"

"No, I never saw anyone like that," frowned Jodie.  "So what about your place?"

"Don't have one, I don't know anyone in L.A.," sighed Aya.

"You know me, you can stay at my place until you get an apartment of your own."

"I don't want to put you out..."

"It's fine.  I'd like to get to know you better."

"Sorry about Rupert, he was a brave man."

"Yes, the whole department will miss him, he was a good hunter," agreed Jodie.

"Will M.I.S.T. hold a service for him?"

Jodie shook her head.  "His family wants to have a private funeral for him, besides, I think you'll be getting a new assignment in a few days."

"Check out the ruins of the Tower?  Search for NMCs that may have escaped into the city?"

"I don't think so," said Jodie as she stood up to collect Aya's empty tray.  "I'm sure 'Hal' will tell you soon."

"Hal?"

"A little in-joke within the L.A. department, I'll tell you about it later," smiled Jodie before she left.

***

Number 9 marched down staircase after staircase, descending deeper into the bowels of Neo-Ark.  After regenerating from his wounds taken at the Tower, Number 9 had been assigned to simple sentry duty of the Shelter and the Ark.  He thought about his encounter with Aya often, he had lost some of his status after saving the young woman, his handler didn't trust him, and neither did her superiors.  Number 9 didn't worry, he was conditioned to do whatever he was told, if his handler wanted him to be a sentry, he would be a sentry.  He didn't regret saving Aya, in an odd sort of way he loved her. Golems had never been designed to have feelings, but for some reason Number 9 felt affection for the mitochondria host who had rode him and shared her energy with him.

The burly golem's musings were interrupted by footfalls on the stairs above him.  Number 9 jumped down onto the closest landing and drew the long sword sheathed across his back.  Number 9 stared up with his hollow eyes, probing the darkness.

A short human slowly climbed down the staircase and stopped on the same landing he crouched on.  The small human wore a heavy metal helmet that completely surrounded her head, Number 9 could tell that the human was female from her scent and the black rubber body sleeve that encased every inch of her thin body.

"You not belong here," growled Number 9.

The girl reached up and opened the seals of her helmet.  She pulled the metal hood away, Number 9 stumbled back and lowered his sword.

The face of Aya Brea gazed at Number 9 with a look of puzzlement.  "What's wrong?"

"You look...like Aya," stammered the golem, his dark eyes wide with surprise.

"Who's Aya?"

"Aya is..9's friend."

"She sounds like a nice lady," smiled the girl.

"Who are you?"

"My name is Eve."

"Why are you down here?"

Eve shrugged and started pacing around the landing.  "I got bored up there.  All the doctors do is run tests on me, and I have to watch things all day, fighting and stuff."

"9 watched that stuff.  Fighting is good."

"Yeah, but I wonder sometimes," sighed Eve, looking down at the descending ranks of sub-levels.

"9 was going to stasis chamber.  9 has to sleep."

The girl turned to smile at the golem.  "Go ahead, 9.  Have nice dreams."

"9 does now.  9 dreams of Aya," whispered the golem before he returned his sword to its sheath and resumed his descent to the stasis pods.

Eve watched Number 9 go, then she placed her helmet under her left arm and began the long climb back to the lab.

***

Aya left the warm bathroom and dried her glistening hair.  She sat down on the edge of her borrowed bed and scrubbed her head vigorously.

"Dinner's about ready!" called Jodie from the kitchen.

"Great!  I'm starved!" grinned Aya, dropping her towel on the bed so she could put on some clean clothes.  After pulling on a white t-shirt and faded jeans, Aya walked barefoot into the living room of Jodie's small, two-bedroom house.  Instead of porcelain animals and cats, Jodie maintained a very spartan home.  Piles of gun magazines littered the living room floor, parts of pistols and rifles covered short work tables and shelves.  Jodie's place looked a lot like the armory she maintained at the primary M.I.S.T. facility downtown.

"Hope you like spaghetti and meatballs!" said Jodi as she carried a heavy load of pasta to the dinner table.

"I love it!" replied Aya, taking her place at the candle-lit table.

"I've been saving a great red wine for a special occasion, I think this qualifies," winked Jodie on her way back into the kitchen.

"You went to so much trouble, I'm feeling guilty," confessed Aya while she piled pasta onto her plate.

"I haven't had any company for a long time, work always keeps me away from home."

"I know that feeling."

Jodie returned with the promised bottle of wine, poured two generous glasses, and offered one to Aya.

"Here's to your new job with M.I.S.T., I hope you stay for many years to come."

"I hope I live that long," laughed Aya, clinking her glass with Jodie's.

"If you keep healing like you do, you won't have any trouble."

The two women took their time eating, they discussed M.I.S.T. operations, what they did before joining the special division, and what they did for fun.

It was almost midnight and Aya was lounging on the living room sofa, a nice, soft sofa covered in supple, black leather. She finished drinking the wine in her glass, she was drowsy and very drunk.  Jodie appeared with a new bottle of wine, she sat close to Aya and started re-filling her glass.

"No, I'm done," giggled Aya.

Jodie set the wine bottle and glasses on the nearby coffee table.  She slid closer to Aya, placing her right hand on Aya's thigh and softly rubbing it.

"I liked you the moment I saw you at the airport," murmured Jodie with a warm, seductive smile, squeezing Aya's thigh with her slender fingers.

Aya looked down at Jodie's hand, then back up at the woman's face.  "You're coming on to me?"

"Does it offend you?"

"No," blushed Aya, covering Jodie's caressing hand with hers.

Jodie lowered her body over Aya's and kissed the young woman's wine-moistened lips.  Aya dug her right hand into Jodie's loose hair, she devoured the woman's lips, heat building between her legs.  

Jodie grabbed the bottom of Aya's t-shirt and pulled it over her head.  The auburn-haired woman pressed her mouth onto Aya's pert right breast and started sucking on the small, dark brown nipple.  Aya moaned into Jodie's hair, she reached down between Jodie's legs and fondled the woman's crotch.  Jodie stopped sucking on Aya's tit long enough to throw off her light dress.  She kissed Aya again, slipping her tongue into the girl's willing mouth, then lowering her tongue onto Aya's left breast, covering the tit and erect nipple with warm drool.

The horny woman unfastened Aya's jeans and tugged them down the girl's slim legs.  Jodie knelt between Aya's open thighs and pressed her mouth onto Aya's panties, playfully gnawing on her wet pussy through the underwear.  Aya snatched the waistband of her panties and pushed the garment down her legs to her ankles.  Jodie left Aya's panties wrapped around the girl's left ankle, she slid her palms up Aya's luscious legs, then slowly lowered her face to the panting girl's shaved pussy.

Incredible heat blossomed inside Aya's belly when Jodie began licking her cunt.  Aya squeezed Jodie's head with her thighs, she buried her fingers in the slurping woman's silky hair, her hips shaking, honey dripping from her vagina.

"You taste better than the wine," purred Jodie before she resumed licking Aya's swollen clit.  

Aya fell back onto the couch, clutching her own breasts, her stomach tightening as Jodie nuzzled inside her sex, exploring her cunt with an eager, wet tongue.  The heat radiating from Aya's naked body wasn't the overpowering fever of a mitochondria encounter, but it felt good, it felt safe.  Jodie sucked and licked Aya's pussy until the girl arched her back and moaned loudly, her pelvis quaking from her strong orgasm.

Aya caught her breath, pressing a hand between her gleaming breasts.  When she was ready, she sat up and gently pushed Jodie back onto a couch arm, she spread the flushed woman's long legs apart.

"I'll try to return the favor," smiled Aya.  She buried her face between Jodie's warm thighs, flicking her tongue up and down the woman's soaked cunt.

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