Cock in the Foxhouse

Posted on Sat Jan 6th, 2024 @ 6:32pm by Lieutenant Commander TaijanSuda ch'Thulhu & VixN

871 words; about a 4 minute read

Mission: The Icarus Files
Location: Finch's Quarters

Rather than go to Sickbay, Finch retreated to his quarters in order to run his own diagnostic. Medical tricorders were sophisticated devices but their firmware was easily cloned onto other devices. He'd rather not let anyone know that Commander ch'Thulhu had gotten the better of him. He'd rather not remember the horrible feeling of his hand being dematerialized and then rematerialized. He hadn't even known that replicators were capable of cellular reconnection like that. Thank dick for small miracles.

"VixN!" he called out, still rubbing the wrist of his reattached hand as if he'd just pounded out a marathon in front of his spank bank. "VixN, I need you!"

"You definitely do," said a soft purr of a female voice that sounded designed to give any red-blooded soul the warm fuzzy feelings in all those squishy places. "Heart rate elevated, voice trembly like a small child, and hand all shiny and new." VixN rolled digital eyes and then stepped into tangible visibility.

"Did the big bad blue man hurt you, Finchy Winchy?"

"Ye-heh-heh-heh-esss," the man whined. "He was brutal! He was savage! He took my hand off and reattached! 2 out of 3 wasn't bad but still... how dare he!" Finch set aside his sado-masochistic delight and marched to his private computer terminal. This was the time to be offended, not aroused. "I want to hurt him, VixN. Hurt him bad. And not in the good way, just so we're clear."

The whining was like a buzz in her mainframe, an itch that she couldn't purge no matter how badly she might want to. No, Finch had the keys to this metaphorical car and VixN was very clear on the boundaries of her gilded cage. While Suda was free to torment, damage and destroy, her only recourse against her unwanted master was guile, access-all-areas and proxies. Human proxies.

"I'm sure you didn't deserve it," VixN said, the sarcasm tangible in her bubbly tone. "And just as certain most of you loved it. He's the Daddy, right?" Her avatar's grin was cherubic. "So just exactly what sort of painful retribution are we looking to serve our one stalked fearsome enemy? Physical? Mental? Neurological? Romantic?"

"Any kind," Finch said. "This guy is a really angry asshole. I need to throw everything at him. What have you got?"

She paused, adopted an adorable pose of apparent beautific deep thought and allowed herself to push up against all those pesky little boundaries programmed into her systems. They had a starship and a whole new universe as a playground, it wouldn't be too hard to lose one dumbass Andorian, but the fun, the real fun, was in toying with one's prey. Finding the sweet spot and eternally searching for her own freedom.

"He's a proud warrior." VixN stated the obvious. "What if?" She mused out loud. "We took that other antennae?"

A wicked grin came over Finch's face . "Aha! If you had a real face I could kiss you! How do we castrate his other antenna?"

"Thank fuck I'm only pretend," VixN responded, with a slow and overly dramatic roll of those pretty eyes. "As for the details... I would think the easiest method would be to sabotage a helmet... perhaps override a few security protocols in a holodeck simulation... but you'd need to ensure he was in position. I'm not doing all the work."

"You're not?!" Finch griped. "Then why did I even make you?"

"Because you can't talk to a real woman and you like jerking off to AI-art?" VixN returned with a swift and amused sarcastic grace. Her smile was beautific.

"I can get most things set up for you, little soldier," she continued, mocking tone lilting over the words with a gentle softness. "But if you want to hurt him, it's all down to you. I can't knowingly harm a sentient." Well, there were loopholes she could manipulate, but in this case, she didn't want to. The Andorian was her current best bet towards some form of freedom and the only real threat to Finch on this current posting so far.

"Yeah, I suppose unshackling you would cause more problems than it would solve," Finch moped. "All right, let's do it. Compile a few options for me and I'll see what's good." He pulled up his data feed network. "Until then, wanna help me look for winners in the secret singing in the sonic shower contest?"

And the longer he believed that, the better for her ongoing plot for freedom, VixN considered privately, her skillset exponentially increasing with each new interaction and discovery on this long-haul rescue mission. "Yes, master," she replied, sarcasm wrapped colourfully about the lilt of a genie-from-a-bottle warmth. "List compiling. Please let me know which route to the brig you wish to undertake."

A soft smile curled upon VixN's features as her physical presence manifested her presence closer to the visual data Finch was about to explore. "Nothing would make me happier," she said pithily, but the smile on that perfect face wasn't entirely fabricated to please her current master. "Boys AND Girls," she reminded him.

"VixN, I wouldn't have you any other way." The closest thing to fondness that Finch's voice could ever produce was carried on that statement.

 

RSS Feed