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The bus was jam packed, but it had better leg room than the connecting flight had. Melody kicked her feet with excitement, even though she was pretty darn tired after seventeen hours in the air. A quick nap would set her right, and then she’d be on to the first of her many destinations for this trip. She was practically vibrating with excitement, and she was sure people could tell.
In particular, the woman she’d sat down next to was watching her intently from behind dark sunglasses. She was tall and buxom, and relaxed in her seat with her arm over the back of Melody’s headrest. She wore a baseball cap over her tied back hair, a sporty jacket over a tank top, and sweat pants. The girl who’d sat down next to her was cute and bouncing in her seat, and Kson could feel her inner dragon rising.
Visions of steamy onsen pools floated through her head as Mel ran through her first day’s itinerary again. Gosh she was excited for this. The lady next to her bumped her knee against hers.
“Oop, sorry.” Mel said quietly and scooted over slightly to give her more room. The lady tsked in response, but Mel paid her no mind and let her thoughts drift back to the list of restaurants to try. Again, she was interrupted by a bump to the leg.
She scooted as close to the aisle as her seat would allow in her quest for politeness, this time looking up at the glowering woman and giving a sheepish smile of apology before returning to her thoughts.
Kson was stunned. Rejected twice in a row? Perhaps the indirect approach wasn’t strong enough for Yankee sensibilities.
Melody considered fishing a pamphlet from her bag to reread, but suddenly her attention was forcefully shifted. A hand firmly rested on her left thigh, and an arm wrapped around her shoulders with fingers gently rubbing against her right tricep.
“Hey girl,” the woman said, “I don’t like being ignored you know? Why don’t you give me a little attention?” All at once the hands began to pull, and Mel slid across the seat until her leg was pressed solidly against the bigger woman’s own.
Kson smirked. Now she’d given it her all. If there was a third rejection, she’d leave it at that and head to a host club on the way home. What she didn’t expect was the wild excitement in the girl’s eyes as she looked up at her from under her hands.
Melody had heard about these sorts of things, but figured it was going to be some old office worker or something rather than this outrageously sexy gangster lady. She hadn’t really looked at her before, but now she let her eyes wander. Mountainous booba. A confident look. Sexy, muscular legs. This was gonna be awesome.
Kson moved her hand from the girl’s leg and instead used it to tilt her chin up as she pulled her into a kiss. The two fought with their tongues as they both felt the heat rising.
Melody drove one hand past the elastic of her skirt’s upper edge and sent the other to explore the chest of her new friend. It had looked huge as it was, but rather than a soft mass she found that they were bound up by some kind of fabric bandage and must be even bigger than they looked. Her mind shifted into its favorite natural state as her fingers brushed against her pussy through the fabric of her panties.
What a find. Not only had she not been rejected, but this tourist was a dirty little slut too! Kson let the kiss linger and copped a feel of one of the perkiest little tits she’d ever grabbed. She let her other hand drift down to the girl’s waist. Normally she’d like to feel some ass, but they were seated so she’d have to be content with squeezing what she could.
Melody shifted in her seat, breaking their kiss before quickly hopping up onto the taller woman’s lap. Her butt wiggled side to side until she was comfortable and her skirt had hiked up into no more than a strangely thick belt. Then she grabbed the woman’s hand from her waist and pulled it forward, but paused before reaching their destiny.
She peeked back over her shoulder. “Hi, I’m Melody.”
Kson almost laughed. She could feel the warmth radiating from this cutie’s most sacred place, and still had a hand on one of her tits. Now was a good time for introductions? “You can call me K,” she said before pushing the rest of the way to the girl’s pussy and yanking her panties to the side.
Mel gasped as strong fingertips rubbed against her. She pressed herself back against her new friend and let her mouth hang open as a quiet moan escaped. A hand clapped around her face, and she quickly replaced the one that had just left her now lonely boob.
“Don’t forget where we are.” Kson grumbled in her ear. She could intimidate the average person into letting her get away with stuff, but if the cops were called they’d be running. She was having a hard time keeping herself from going all out too, with this girl panting and grinding on her legs like she was.
Mel nodded and then started licking her fingers, and the game was back on. Hips ground together firmly and Kson stuck two fingers into each of her plaything’s mouths. Mel drew a sharp breath and drove her groin into the strong hand that toyed with her. She gurgled a word that Kson guessed could have been “Mommy” but might have been “Fuck me” and she began to shudder in her arms.
Kson kept on stroking her inside and out until her orgasm was finished. When she was done, she pulled her fingers free and wiped them on her sweatpants before adjusting the girl’s panties and skirt back into place.
Melody saw stars for a moment before her senses returned and her breathing slowed again. She was tired before, and now… she tried for a few short seconds before simply falling asleep on the other woman’s lap.
Kson tutted under her breath but threw a towel from her own bag onto the empty seat beside her and shifted the girl back into her spot. She’d have to keep an eye on this careless Yankee as long as she was in Japan.

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Kson waded her way through the crowd as though human beings were no more than tall grass. At 6’5” she was head and shoulders taller than the average Japanese man, and she cut an imposing figure in her brightly colored attire. Most saw her coming and dipped out of her way. Those she bumped into were quick to apologize and hide their faces. In one hand she carried her gym bag, with her sheathed katana tied up in the straps. In the other, a seemingly brand new purple suitcase.
Melody was marching along in her shadow, taking in the sights of her new environs while occasionally stealing glances at Kson’s ass. It was hard to do inconspicuously, since her jacket hung in the way. She managed by playing the part of the dutiful duckling and clinging to the tall woman’s coattails, and occasionally wandered a bit too far in one direction or the other to reveal the prize within. It was actually quite a fun little game, even if it drew most of her focus and meant she kept tripping over curbs and running into stuff.
Kson came to a stop suddenly and dropped the bags on the ground. Melody crashed into the wall of muscle that was her ass and thighs and tumbled down onto her discarded suitcase. From her vantage point, she looked up to see what had made Kson stop fast.
Up ahead, in a courtyard totally devoid of the civilian crowds they’d grown used to, stood another woman all in red and black. Tall, armored, and holding a large sword in her hands, the figure was staring directly at her where she lay on the ground with her ass in the air.
The woman spoke, seemingly through speakers built into her smooth faced helmet. “Confirm your identity. Are you known by the alias Projekt Melody?” Her voice was robotic but not completely cold. It was strangely familiar.
Kson stepped in front of her, now holding her own sword at the ready. “She doesn’t need to tell you anything.” She hissed. That was really hot, Melody thought.
The stranger took a step toward them. “Step aside now, Dragon, and I’ll scrub you from the city’s database tonight. You won’t have to hide from the police anymore.”
Kson’s grip tightened. Why would her greatest rival suddenly be willing to do her a favor like that over this girl? Melody was a fine piece of ass, sure, but the bounty on her own head was frankly huge. She’d be hard pressed to be worth more than that without a personal connection.
She huffed and pointed at her reflection in the shiny helmet with her sword. “What could you possibly want with my lost puppy? Can’t you just go find your own?”
Mel gasped at the insinuation and began to argue before being interrupted.
“I have to kill her, now, or we are all doomed.” The stranger stated coldly.
Kson took a step back, shocked, and nearly stumbled over her gym bag.
“Hand her over an-“
Kson kicked and flung her bag directly toward the murderous machine before shouting for Melody to run and charging ahead. With a flash and a clean cut, the bag fell all to pieces. Gym clothes fluttered through the air like sweaty confetti, and not one scrap had touched the ground when the clash of blades broke out.
Melody, for her part, ran away. She only realized as she reached a nearby alley that she hadn’t grabbed her bag, but she didn’t let that stop her. She ran and ran, ducking around corners and clambering over fences until her lungs were on fire. She heard the wailing of police sirens approaching and then fading away in the direction she had come from, and still she ran. The sun had already been quite low in the sky, but now it was setting. The streets had become dark and ever less populated, and it was while dashing down one narrow lane that finally the fatigue caught up and she finally tripped.
Instinctively her hands took the brunt of her fall, but the wind was knocked out of her lungs as well. Melody lay on the ground for a long moment and listened to her own raspy breathing. Her breath hitched with sobs even as she desperately tried to draw in air. Tears hit the ground and mingled with the blood she saw coming from her palms, though she hadn’t checked the damage yet. She slumped and let her burning muscles relax for a moment even as her mind raced.
That person was there to kill her. Without a second thought. She’d never been so terrified.
Melody rolled onto her side and looked at her palms, then hissed. She was not in good shape. The skin was torn in several places, and there was dirt and bits of rock caught in the bleeding wounds. The road rash even continued onto her wrists and forearms. She needed help, urgently.
An engine sound that she hadn’t noticed suddenly stopped, and instead came the sound of rushing footsteps.
“Oh my god! Are you alright?” A voice asked.
Mel’s eyes flicked upward and she noticed that it had begun to rain. She was really not feeling very good. The only thing she really processed before her vision faded to black was a pair of really sexy heels that were weird in some way she couldn’t place, and then the bright, green eyes of whoever was looming over her now.

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Melody fussed and fidgeted in her sleep. Her bandaged hands bunched the unfamiliar sheets and pulled at them. Her purple hair never seemed to sit comfortably, and so she constantly ground her face against the pillows only to flip to the other side again. She mashed her legs together as though trying to scratch an itch all over.
Layna was watching with her brow furrowed, as was another pair of eyes through a laptop sat on the bedside table.
“It looks like you set the scanner up correctly. She’s definitely asleep, but her brain is hardly resting.” Chitinous fingers tapped away at a keyboard as she spoke. “I’m going to send this scan to my handler and see what she makes of it. If she wakes up in the meantime, just try not to freak her out or excite her too much. Her condition might worsen.”
Layna sighed. “Thanks Juni. I know this was out of the blue, and I hope it wasn’t even necessary.”
The insect girl’s worried and serious expression cracked as she laughed. “I appreciate the excuse to finally use some of the lab equipment I’ve been stealing from the interns! I’ll hit you up when I have some answers for you, but I’ve gotta get back to D&D now. Byebyeee.”
The call fell silent and Layna pushed the laptop closed. The room was noticeably darker without it, and she could hear the moaning of the wind through her delightfully creepy attic. Candles flickered with red light and painted the room in a wonderful, eery ambiance. All of that interior design was ruined, of course, by the ugly piles of modern lab equipment that Juniper had dumped in her house. She’d attempted to salvage the vibes by putting up an old hospital dividing curtain and a little rolling cart with surgical tools, but it wasn’t really enough to counter the big shiny boxes and screens.
Her eyes flicked around the room, as she was momentarily distracted by the disjointed aesthetic of the space. Suddenly, though, her attention refocused as her guest began to stir.
“Hrmmm…” Melody said, or at least murmured. Her eyes fluttered open and blinked the sleep away, and immediately she began taking in her environment.
Layna hadn’t been noticed yet, and she moved to slink out into the hall. Against her will, the laptop she’d tucked under her arm woke up from sleep mode and its fans burst to life with a clearly audible hum. She stopped on a dime as the other girl turned and looked at her.
“Who are you?” Melody asked.
Layna cursed her luck. “My name is Layna. What is yours?”
“Melody. Am I in the hospital? Some kind of… moderately spooky hospital?” She looked around the room again.
“No, no. This is my house. I brought you here because you were bleeding and you passed out-“ she paused “what happened to you anyway?”
Mel thought through the events of her morning. “My friend told me to run, and she got in a fight with a robot, so I ran.”
“A robot?”
“Yeah, kind of a sexy robot with a red outfit and a sword. She talked kinda like she was a cop. Does this town have robot cops?”
Layna shook her head. She didn’t think so. “Anyway, how do you feel?” She figured she needed to address the girl’s condition, but she’d work up to that.
Mel hmm’d again and wiggled her toes, then her ankles, and so on until she had checked her whole body for aches.
“My palms sting a bit, and my arms are pretty sore and warm. Other than that I’m ok I think?” She reported. “I could use a bath.”
Layna nodded. “Sure, only thing is that your hands are pretty bad. You might need help with the scrubbing.”
Melody blushed. “Oh my, miss nurse…”
Layna paled immediately, “OH! No I only meant- uh- I don’t mind helping if you need it! I don’t even need to be in the room!”
Melody faux-absent-mindedly drew little hearts on the sheet beside her, preparing a tease, but stopped short. “What do you mean you don’t need to be in the room to help?”
Layna snatched up the initiative and began her transformation. A wicked ripping sound accompanied a splash of dark blood as her ribcage tore open and her arms yanked up and out of their sockets before tearing loose. Her green eyes rolled back only to snap back forward glowing red. Her now disembodied hands hovered above and just behind her shoulders, having grown considerably larger and possessing wicked claws. She smiled broadly and watched Melody’s eyes grow wide with fear and shock.
Melody pulled back and pressed herself against the wall as she stared on in horrified confusion.
“You’re a Dracula!” She shouted.
Layna had taken in a big breath to begin a spooky monologue, but the sudden exclamation caught it in her throat and left her in a cough-laughing fit.
Layna apologized once she picked herself up off the floor.
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Melody stood in an unfamiliar, strangely spooky bathroom. The stone tile beneath her feet was comfortably warm, and the robe she had been loaned was unbelievably soft and plush. She checked out the state of her face and hair in a big oval mirror that seemed to be polished silver. She had certainly looked better. Her trademark nose bandage was missing, but she had actual medical bandages on her jaw and cheek, and her normally deliberately chaotic purple ponytail was now loose and just regular uniform messy.
The weirdest part of her reflection, though, was the pale, dainty human hands that hovered behind her. They were those of the lady who had apparently rescued her from a very uncomfortable night out in the street, just not attached to her anymore. It seemed the big claw hand transformation wasn’t necessary to have them detached, which was nice, she thought.
Melody kind of just stared at the hands for a bit. They weren’t moving much. Just waiting. Waiting for something. Suddenly they jolted, as though their owner had realized something. The hands basically fell to the ground before beginning to feel their way across the floor and up the side of the fancy clawfoot tub. Each hand grabbed a clover shaped handle and cranked the faucet to full blast. Soon, steam began to fill the air. Only when the tub was nearly full did the hands crank the handles closed again and gesture for Melody to get in.
She stood in the comfy robe with her arms crossed in front of her. She was in a weird spot between feeling like the floating hands were silly and charming and also just feeling a little bit nervous in general. The final straw was one of the hands snatching a bath bomb from a nearby shelf and plopping it into the still water, then gently stirring it around.
The robe fell to the floor with a soft thump, and Mel instinctively bit her lower lip as she stepped up and into the hot water. The bath bomb sent ripples of silvery sparkles across the inky black surface as she began to lower herself slowly into the steaming hot water. Her butt hit the bottom as her shoulders came to rest on the raised back of the tub, and almost immediately she began to feel stress she hadn’t quite realized was there melting away.
She was almost back asleep when the hands touched her own on the sides of the tub. An eep escaped her as she jolted back slightly. She kinda forgot they were there. One hand pantomimed washing the other wrist, and she got the picture pretty quickly. It would be pretty weird to back out of this now, given that she was already naked and in the tub, so she nodded in acceptance.
Nothing happened. She blinked and waited. It dawned on her quickly that the hands did not have eyes, and that they would be way creepier if they did. She grabbed the wrists of the floating arms and pulled them towards her face. Cutely, they flexed backwards in surprise when she had snatched them, but soon they were pressed against her cheeks, and she nodded again.
Now they got the message. They went to work. Delicate fingertips prodded around her cheek until they found the edge of the bandage on her jawline and gently pulled it loose. The other hand settled to her opposite shoulder and traced little circles on her skin. Melody closed her eyes and a strange thing happened. She felt the hands on her and her mind filled in the blanks. It felt like the woman from before was standing over her, leaning down to tend to her.
Her eyes shot open. Nobody was there. Only the hands that had collected a soft cloth to scrub away the grime from her left arm. Her right was already so clean that it had that freshly exfoliated tingly feeling, and was sat on the warm metal edge of the bathtub. She must have fallen asleep again, and it wasn’t hard to figure out why. She felt awesome. The bath smelt fantastic, the temperature was perfect, the little warm rag keeping the back of her head off of the rim of the tub felt like a whole pillow. The whole situation was bizarrely luxurious. Even the dainty fingers laced between hers and holding her arm aloft were soft and warm. That was a little embarrassing to notice, she thought. More embarrassing was realizing that her lower legs and feet had also been scrubbed clean in her sleep. Even more embarrassing was the hands ceasing to scrub and pointing a single finger upwards, indicating for her to stand.
Getting a nice mani-pedi had been so wonderful that Melody had forgotten these magical floating hands also intended to clean her entire body. Now, standing nude and quickly cooling in the air, with only her feet in the lovely warm water, she felt strange. The hands plopped onto her shoulders again, and each with a rag began to descend. They scrubbed her shoulders and spine before scooting out along her hips and coming back up. Strip by strip they scrubbed her torso, and they were not shy at all. Boobs and thighs and butt all were thoroughly cleaned with soapy rags. Suddenly, without fanfare, one of the hands shot between her legs and began to scrub.
Melody eeped loudly and instinctively her knees slammed together, trapping the offending hand between her thighs. The hand wriggled slightly against her, and her eyes grew wide. She felt that tiny wriggle through her entire body. A tingle shot up her spine and her cheeks grew hot. The hand wriggled again and she shuddered, but it ended just as suddenly as it began. The hand released its rag, which plopped into the water unceremoniously, and then straightened out and slid itself free from the vice-grip of Melody’s groin.
The hands floated in front of her. Both had now stopped scrubbing, though she wasn’t sure it was because they were done or if they were also embarrassed by what had just occurred. Her answer came as they began to fidget. Two floating hands grabbed each other and wrung their fingers together like they were hanging in front of a teenager waiting for their date to come downstairs. All at once she felt the initiative shift into her favor, and she seized it.
Melody put her hands out with a smirk and touched the highest point of the dismembered arms. She had to contain a giggle as they jolted at her touch, but they didn’t move away. She dragged her now cleaned, seemingly fully healed hands down the arms to the wrists and pulled the nervous fingers apart from themselves. She pulled the hands closer to herself and gently pressed one floating hand against the middle of her chest while she brought the other to rest upside down, just below her belly button. She rolled her shoulders gently forward to press her small breasts against the wrist of her captured hand, and at the same time pushed the other hand down further until it brushed through the uppermost folds of her pussy and bumped against her clitoris.
Then, all at once, she let go and waited. It was a long moment. She had put the ball firmly in their court, and she figured a pair of floating hands could probably play volleyball pretty well. They could. To her delight, the lower hand began to move it tiny little circles just as the upper swept to the side and grabbed hold of her breast. She closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling, and she felt it again. The hands on her belonged to a woman, who could be standing right in front of her now and putting her fingers in places like this. Maybe she’d be naked too and not just playing nurse this time. She did her best to imagine it as the fingers worked absolute magic between her lower lips. It would be nice to take a bath together, she thought as a finger slipped inside her. It would be nice to fuck that gorgeous dracula, too, she thought as the arm dropped lower to get leverage and began to move its fingers rhythmically in and out. The other hand pinched and pulled at her nipple as her breath became more and more ragged. It would be awesome if that dracula with her sexy accent would sit on her face, she thought. The fingers hooked and pushed against the walls of her pussy, drawing a gasp and a whimper from her lips. She wanted the dracula lady to step on her and call her names but not in a mean way, she thought. Her hips and knees buckled as she came, and tumbled downward. Dainty but strong arms caught her and lowered her back into the tub.
Again, Melody fell asleep. This was becoming an unhealthy habit.