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Bio Forge Master (Rewrite) by Throwaway1971

Books » Private Rated: M, English, Romance, Words: 137k+, Favs: 57, Follows: 75, Published: Dec 12, 2023 Updated: Mar 15, 2024

29Chapter 10: 09

Bio-Forge Master

Chapter 9

Fran didn't actually get a chance to roll until after Taylor had headed home, though not before she gave him a hug and thanked him, and Aisha had already claimed his bed but not before telling him that he could share it with her.

But now that he was in his Personal Reality, he felt now was a good time to roll!

Rolling…

Karmatron Dynamics – (900 cp) (GUNNM)

Fail

Rolling…

Karma Chameleon – (900 cp) (GUNNM)

Fail

Rolling…

Feel it out – (600 cp) (F.e.a.r.)

Success

Remaining CP: 250

Blinking he picked up one of the DragonTech phones and examined it, and as he examined it slowly his understanding of how it was created and how to improve upon it came to it. DragonTech phones weren't tinkertech, it lacked the blackboxing normal tinkertech has. It is mundane technology that was influenced, no inspired by tinkertech! Though still nowhere close to what tinkertech can do, it was roughly fifty to seventy five ahead of what phones are able to do in 2011.

Actually it was fairly impressive as the phone was built using mundane technology but using methodology inspired by tinkertech! In fact improving the phones would be difficult, as physically the phone was… well not 'perfect' but currently as best as it could get. However through Feel It Out Fran could see how he could improve the software, incorporate better security measures; anti-tracking, anti-spyware, anti-theft and so on.

Humming in thought he sat the phone down and started to examine the laptop, and as the laptop wasn't influenced by tinkertech during its creation Feel It Out worked faster than it had on the phone. Software would be relatively straight forward, but upgrading the hardware would be a bit more challenging. With the electronics he had on hand and what he could cannibalize from his lab he could make the laptop into something special, however… he needed more.

More computers, more servers, more cooling… everything! Currently he has been doing all of his work on the Zoanthrope gene in his head, it had been enough but now with his… admittedly ambitious plans he needed a proper computer setup.

Shaking his head he sat his laptop down and grabbed his DragonTech phone and got to setting it up. He could improve it after he made a text, he just hoped she wouldn't charge him out the nose… he was somewhat low on cash at the moment.

After a few minutes he shot a text out.

Patches: I need some information, however as I lack the funds I was hoping we could come to an agreement.

AllSeeingEye: If this is who I think it is… meet me at the usual place?

Patches: Masked or civvie?

AllSeeingEye: Civvie, wouldn't want to ruin your new heroic rep now would we?

Patches: Fair. See you tomorrow, around twelve?

AllSeeingEye: I text you when I shake observation. So just hang around Boardwalk, somewhere not crowded but not empty of people. We'll talk then.

Patches: *thumbs up*

Putting his new phone away Fran moved to set up the others, humming all the while.

50 CP gained!

300 CP available!

Rolling…

"Wait! What!?"

Synchronicity Event – (300 cp) (F.e.a.r.)

Success

0 CP remaining

That minor psionic talent Fran had moments ago? It boomed and grew larger; telekinesis, telepathy, remote monitoring, limited pre and post cognition, the beginnings of psychokinesis! He was no Alma Wade, he doubted he could ever match the psionic potential of the Mother of the Apocalypse… and honestly the thought of having the power to warp reality intimidated him beyond belief! It would attract all sorts of attention (though the potential was there… much to his discomfort), and perhaps even the Golden Idiot would notice and that wouldn't end well for him or anyone else he imagined.

But what's more… he knew how to awaken and teach others psionics! Only one school at a time, and chances are they'd never match his potential without years… decades of focused training but still. It opened avenues… it also gave him a defense against precogs, and gave him a layer of security that gave him more relief than he expected.

Rubbing his face Fran just sighed and decided to do a little more work before getting some sleep, and honestly? The thought of cuddling with Aisha sounded all too pleasant currently.

Finishing setting up the phones, Fran got up and left his Personal Reality and after removing the emblem that granted access and putting it in a hiding spot he made his way to his bedroom. It was a small set up, much like his apartment really, but it was large enough.

Entering he already saw Aisha curled up and asleep, and if the pile of clothes were any indicator she was completely bare assed under the sheets. Shaking his head in amusement Fran also started to undress until he was only in his boxers and he slid into the bed. It was a tight squeeze but Fran knew Aisha was counting on it.

How did he know? Well she 'conveniently' rolled around and snuggled right into his side. Chuckling faintly he pulled her close and closed his eyes.

"Aisha. Stop it." He said not opening his eyes.

Aisha's groping hand stopped… but she didn't remove her hand from his boxers because of course she wouldn't.

"Goddamnit Aisha…" He muttered while the aforementioned gremlin giggled before she went to sleep properly.

(R-18)

First time

Vanilla

Handholding

Creampie

Fran grunted and snorted before opening his eyes only to find himself face to face with Aisha, who was very naked and laying right on top of him. The eye contact and his still new psionic abilities allowed Fran to really see Aisha, not the stupidly sexy girl but who she is. The truth of her emotions that he only had a reasonable assumption of.

She enjoyed teasing him, she enjoyed knowing he thought she was sexy. She loves that he actually pays attention to her, not as a bratty kid or a pain in the ass sibling, but as an actual person. She found it amusing that her brother keeps trying to intimidate him. She loves the fact that he allowed her into his 'secret' life as a bullshit cape, she loves that he's willing to make her his partner. She loves that he doesn't mind helping Taylor, and she finds it amusing that he likes Taylor's legs just as much as she does.

"Why don't you do things to me?" He heard her thoughts, "Everyone else tries stuff, but you're the only one I wouldn't mind…"

On one hand… Fran was furious that people tried to 'do stuff with her' but on the other hand he was… happy that he was the only one she wanted. His next actions he wasn't sure if they were dictated by logic or something more emotional but… she squeaked as Fran's hand gripped her hips, her eyes widening in surprise. She never expected anything like this from Fran, the guy that was always in control of his actions for better or worse.

Fran could see all the wild scenarios running through her head, every fetish she wanted to experiment with, every act she saw videos of. He saw every sex act that repulsed and disgusted her. He saw her dream of him taking her as Doctor Patches in full costume in the ruins of the main base of the Merchants, the gang destroyed completely. And he claims her like a conquering barbarian.

Aisha gasped and Fran realized that apparently his dick came out to play, and while he tolerated Aisha's addition. He was going to have to fix it, having a 'switchblade' dick was very… comfortable? No, awkward honestly.

Still, that was for Future Fran to correct, Current Fran felt like he should make… his Aisha know just how much he desires her. Nothing too wild despite her expectations, no this would be special.

Fran shifted around until his dick poked out from his boxers and she squirmed, no doubt to slide down and suck it, but Fran's wouldn't allow her to. He just chuckled at her and kissed her, which she melted into and returned. Both were slow, and Aisha was particularly timid (which is particularly surprising given the girl in question), but slowly Aisha grew more confident and more… adventurous.

She opened her mouth to deepen the kiss, allowing Fran to slip his tongue in and their tongue wrestled with each other. One hand remained massaging her ass, while the other moved up and down her back. Between his physiological and surgical knowledge, he knew every inch of Aisha right down to the bone and tissue.

Eventually he broke the kiss and they both stared, their lips still connected by a string of saliva. Aisha's cheeks flush and her eyes dilated and…

"Is that a fucking heart!? That isn't physically possible without extensive surgical alterations!?" Honestly it reminded him of some bad hentai.

Still, that was neither here nor there, he would puzzle over it later. Right now, he decided to give her what she wanted, what she desired. She would hear him silently pleading, she would never voice it. Life had conditioned her to never show a moment of weakness, even to those you care for.

Frans hands gripped her hips, while he used his telekinesis to 'line' himself up and pushed her down as he thrust upwards. She gasped and Fran barely stopped himself from twitching when the hearts in her eyes started to beat. It was distracting, but not by a large degree, and a part of it amused him and made him feel like a hentai protagonist!

Does this make him a… what's the opposite of a Fat Bastard? Granted he didn't steal Aisha from anyone but… he wasn't really that knowledgeable of hentai tropes. But it didn't matter anyway, Fran just… relished Aisha's insides. They spasmed and grasped the intruder, in time she would learn how to manipulate those muscles to milk him without having to move… but that would come later and with practice.

Instead, he let her adjust… and listened to her thoughts and felt her emotions.

And though he gave her time to adjust, his hands weren't idle. They explored her nubile body, and though he was no sex guru he knew the human body. Coupled with his telepathy he learned what she liked, what she didn't, and so much more.

The pain of losing her virginity was unpleasant, but at the same time she was curious.

Eventually Aisha adjusted as she sat atop Fran, the sheet that was covering them thrown back allowing Fran to take in all her naked perfection. She preened under his gaze, and presented himself, wanting him to touch and play with her. Which he obliged, his hands rubbed her sides and cupped her breasts. She moaned as he pinched her nipples and rolled them around.

And after a few minutes his hands found her own and held them, their fingers lacing together.

Aisha screwed her face up as she focused, pushing herself upwards before dropping back down making her gasp again. Over and over, she did it until the room was filled with the creaking of his bed and the soft airy gasps of Aisha. However, the fact is this was her first time and soon enough her first orgasm hit her.

Fran groaned as Aisha's depths spasmed and gripped him tightly, like a vice lined in velvet. Aisha just tensed as she rode it out, moaning and gasping as her nervous system lit up and her body was assaulted by pleasurable sensations she never truly experienced before.

And never did she stop holding his hands, even when she fell forward onto his chest, breathing heavily. He could hear her thoughts; she was disappointed in herself for not pleasing him… for not doing good enough. However, before any self-doubts could start to take root he pulled her into another kiss, while his hands went to her hips, and he started thrusting. While she wasn't physically exhausted, not truly, the orgasm took more out of her than she expected.

That was fine, Fran wasn't a stranger to taking care of himself. Besides it's something they would get better at with practice.

And after finally claiming Aisha, he intended to practice with her on a regular basis provided life didn't throw them a curveball.

Regardless as Fran thrusted into his lover, she broke the kiss to gasp with each trust, the hearts in her eyes now beat rapidly… possibly in tune with her heart. Instead, he focused on his own peak, his thrusts now replaced with quick ones and at the last moment where he buried himself as far as he could and filled her with his essence, his lips claim her own once more to muffle the screaming orgasm she experienced as she flooded her womb with his cum.

One spurt, two, three, and finally four… and as the flow sputtered and stopped the two just laid there. Aisha's head resting on his chest, and his chin resting on hers, they both just… basked in the afterglow. And due to the nature of Aisha's augment he… didn't get soft. However, neither were in the mood for more, and Aisha clearly enjoyed the feeling of them being connected in such an intimate fashion.

"You're going to take responsibility…" Fran didn't chuckle but nodded easily, "We're going to do this at least once a day." Again, he nodded, "... What do you think Tay would do if she came into your lair and saw me riding you on the surgery table?"

That finally got a chuckle out of Fran, "No idea. Possibly run away a blushing mess… probably hide and try to watch?" He speculated.

"... I love you…" Aisha whispered.

"I know." Fran said, "I love you too. Now go to sleep, I have to meet with someone tomorrow and well… I don't know if you will be able to go to school tomorrow."

"Gotta." Aisha mumbled as she closed her eyes, "Must tease Tay." That got him to roll his eyes.

200 CP gained!

Lewd reward rolling…

Hentai Body (Free) (Doujinshi High School)

Success

"Well, that'll make many of her fantasies more possible." He thought as he closed his eyes to get some sleep himself.

(R-18 ends)

"Why am I not surprised to see you here?" Fran just chuckled as he motioned for her to take a seat.

"You know why." Fran said, "They have damn good coffee here, now how have you been Lisa?"

The attractive blonde gave Fran a smirk before she took a seat across from him… and proceeded to order an affront to caffeine in general, he was fairly sure in Italy the abomination was considered a war crime. And that vulpine smirk just… smugged, no doubt her power figuring out. Which he allowed.

Lisa's power was rather interesting, they actually talked about it once a few months back. And despite the downsides, after all there is such a thing as knowing too much, the power is terrifyingly effective sussing out secrets and figuring out puzzles and the like. However, her power was only as good as her information.

Garbage in, Garbage out.

So, Lisa had to learn skills that would allow her to provide her power with good information. Hacking, detective work, all sorts of skills that honestly made her basically a spy without any official training or governmental backing. When Fran pointed that out, she even blushed!

Eventually Lisa's abomination arrived, even the busboy that delivered the drink looked disgusted, and even Fran felt like cursing at her as she took a very deliberate swig of it with a look of pure delight! Eventually she sat the drink down and looked at him thoughtfully.

"Well, ain't you relaxed? Something good happen?" She asked curiously clearly fishing for more information for her power to chew on, she's predictable like that.

Fran was pretty positive that it was a Thinker thing in general.

"Something happened." Fran answered with a nod as he sipped his own proper coffee, "But let's get down to business, shall we?"

Lisa rolled her eyes and huffed playfully, "Fine. Stop a girl from having fun why don't you…" She grumbled.

Fran just snorted, "Please, you enjoy my company." He retorted, "I'm the only one that actually enjoys your snark."

"And you enjoy the eye candy, don't forget that." She teased with a grin, "You know you could get in trouble for that mister!~"

"Mmm, so… wanna hear my request?" Fran asked.

"Sure." Lisa said, "But you didn't deny what I said! I'm on to you!"

Fran just shook his head, "I need some locations, preferably fronts for the gangs. Electronics, computers, what have you." He said, "And seeing as I'm short on money… how about a favor?"

"... Five favors." Lisa retorted, though he could already see her mind chewing on what he had said, trying to figure out what he was after.

Due to him using his psionic abilities to throw her power off slightly, it was less than helpful forcing her to rely on her hard learned skills. Something she enjoyed more than she'd willing to admit, it didn't hurt that without her powers giving too much information it allowed her to… appreciate Fran's style of dress.

She definitely approved of his tight clothes, and 'listening' in she wondered how much better he'd look out of them.

"One favor." Fran said, "If you had that many god knows what you'd do."

She pouted, "Okay four then." She said with a huff as she took another drink of her abomination.

"Two." Fran fired back, "I'm not going higher."

"Three?" Lisa had to try.

"Two." Fran said, "Last offer, I can find the places myself it'll just take longer."

Lisa snorted and she looked at her drink thoughtfully as she rolled the idea around in her pretty head.

"Fine." She said with a sigh, "Two favors. I'll have a list ready in a few hours. Now, since you're hear how have you been doing? Still scrambling around?"

"I'm actually in a good place right now." Fran answered honestly, "Got an assistant and everything. Things are looking up, just need to find a better location."

"I could suggest some for another favor." Lisa offered.

"Hmm, as long as your boss isn't connected to them." Fran said.

"Deal." Lisa said with a grin, "Okay, now seriously… How the hell are you messing with my power? And making everyone ignore us?"

"Practice." Fran answered honestly without really telling her anything, "And they aren't ignoring us. They're just not really perceiving us… to them we're just two strangers enjoying a cup of coffee in silence."

"But… I thought…" Fran just gave her a cheeky grin as he sipped his coffee.

Who knew messing with Thinkers would be so amusing?

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