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head and set her large, dangling earrings into gentle motion against the gleaming, oiled backdrop of her skull. “A ll we could tell, with him wearing that damn eunuch’s robe, was that he’s tall.”
    “He’s got hair.”
    “No! Where?” Cassie’s eyes widened. “Don’t tell me he doesn’t bother to keep himself groomed. Not that he could be blamed, of course, considering what he’s been through.”
    “No. The hair is only on his head. A nd it’s cut very short. I like running my fingers over it. It’s soft, dark brown and especially prickly on my fingers when I rub him down around the hairline.”
    “Oh.” Doreen stroked her own clean-shaven scalp, as though wondering what it might feel like if she ever let her hair grow back. “A re you going to make us drag every bit of information out of you? Come on. Talk.”
    “Conan is muscular. Strong. A nd he has kind eyes. He didn’t sneer when he saw the tattoo, but acted as though he saw altered females every day.” Nebula’s cunt twitched when she recalled the huge, glowing hot-pink cock whose pulsating veins changed color from light to glowing chartreuse as it grew rigid before her eyes. “His cock is…well, you’ll see it soon enough.”
    “Big? Can he get it up?” Cassie asked.
    “Yes. To both questions.” Nebula looked around, saw no one, but lowered her voice anyway. “Somehow he managed to get the female hormone for me. A nd a sex slave, to help him coax out my climax as soon as the injection began working. I love him.” Doreen laid her arms across her bulging belly and asked, “What about his hand?”
    “It seems to work perfectly and looks just like a real hand would. He can take it off, but that looks as though it’s a complicated procedure.” Cassie smiled. “It would. Guy’s bionic parts are all about perfect. But we made this trip to have Pak Song make some adjustments. The others decided to tag along so we could meet Conan before the mating ceremony. Come, let’s take care of our own shopping while our Masters visit with Pak Song. I want to find some nipple rings that are a little thicker than the ones I have. A nd a heavier chain to connect them with the one in my clit.”
    “Maybe I’ll get my nipples and clit pierced, too.” Nebula never had, because body piercing was forbidden to any Earthling female marked for “neutering”. But then, using the hormone that made her feel like a woman again was forbidden, too. Delightfully, deliciously forbidden. By all the gods, she would do it. Maybe she’d even pierce her nostril. Her navel. Have a dozen jewels pierced into each ear. “I think I’ll buy a tongue ring to give to Conan. I must not let him avoid all the traditions of a mating, don’t you agree?”
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    “Tune-up is done. You good for another year or more, my friend,” Pak Song told Guy as he stood and put away the instruments he’d used to adjust Guy’s bionic eyes and ears. “Maybe I should have made your parts removable. That way you not have to visit me so often.”
    “Fat lot of good it would do for me to be able to take my eyes out, because then I couldn’t see to adjust them.” Guy laughed at the cyborg maker’s teasing.
    “True. Conan, you will be able to tell before cock needs replacing. Colors will fade, and it will slowly stop glowing. You come in six months from now and I check it out. Not sure Pak Lin was right when he said cock would be good for a year or more.” He shook his head then met Conan’s gaze. “Like I told you, we never made bionic cock before. By the time you need replacement, maybe I figure out how to make you some balls, too. A nd to make it all—” The cyborg maker laughed. “Not quite so colorful.” Conan glanced down toward his cock, now concealed by the robe he planned to discard as soon as they blasted off from Obsidion. “I like it the way it is. So does Nebula. A fter all, it isn’t as though the thing is so bright that it will show through my