DATA ENTRY
a little bit of fun from a little gerbil
(with tremendous apologies to Mr. Kishiro-san)

Eelai lazily shifted her legs back and forth as she lay draped over her bed. She was bored. How long had she been cooped up in her room? Ten minutes? Five hours? She absent-mindedly ran her porcelain-white fingers through her hair as she let out a frustrated sigh. As much fun as it was to... play... with Professor Nova’s experiments now and then as only she could, it was just as much of a letdown when he found his project for the day “ruined” and grounded her to her quarters. For as cute a guy as he was, she’d never fancied his temper, which had only gotten worse since he'd heard that some upstart tin-toy of a girl had killed off one of his prized creations a week or so ago...What did he call it again? Mach-something?

Well, the name didn’t matter. That little bitch had gone and made her Desty all frazzled, Eelai thought huffily. She listened to the hum of the Granite Inn’s generators for a few minutes, her mind wandering. But, then, she thought, it had been a while since he’d yelled at her. Maybe... Eelai’s mouth turned up into a smile as her mind inevitably turned to her favorite subject... just maybe... she should try cheering him up again. If all went as she expected, that could be the most fun of all...

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Not surprisingly, she found Professor Nova in his main laboratory, tinkering with yet another project. She looked over his shoulder (from a safe distance, of course) at the twisted bundle of flesh and metal he appeared to be grafting an eye onto. Eelai grimaced. Why did he waste his time injecting such horrid, undeserving lumps of ugliness with his nano-restorer robots? But, then, she didn’t come down here to fuss over Nova’s obsessions... she smiled to herself. She had one of her own to worry about, didn’t she? With a rustle of her dress, she began to do her best attempt yet at a seductive dance, humming and whirling around her nonresponsive target until she was perched provocatively atop his surgery table.

The Professor’s eyes never left his project. “I don’t recall giving you permission to leave your room,” he said gruffly.

“But you’ve been so keyed up all day! C’mon, Desty... it’s past midnight! Wouldn’t you like me to... calm you down?” she cooed, licking her lips slowly.

Nova looked up and glared at her, his eyes narrowed against his metallic glasses. “If you didn’t notice, Eelai, I currently have more urgent things on my agenda to attend to than trying to appease your incessant sex drive,” he spat, blatantly annoyed. “As if you haven’t tried quenching it enough with my own patients...”

“Two words: research... opportunity...” she whispered into his ear.

He wearily rested his head on one hand. “Research? Research what?! For one thing, I think I've made it perfectly clear that I'm not interested in your S&M games, and for another, you know full well I haven’t been able to... to... you know. Not after those studies I did with radiation two years ago.” Sulkily, he paused to sip from a glass of water sitting on the table, then grimaced. “That reminds me. Have you looked into why the water here’s been tasting so funny lately?”

Eelai shrugged. “I haven’t noticed anything. But, really, your nanoresearch hasn’t found anything to help with that yet?”

Nova stared at her, confused. “With the water?”

“No, no... with that other problem you have.” When his response came in a frustrated shake of the head, she continued. “But you have been working on it, haven’t you?”

“Well... with what time will allow, occasionally, yes,” he said, blushing faintly.

“Recently?”

“...Maybe...”

“Well, wouldn’t today be a lovely time to check on it?” Eelai questioned, and, much to Nova’s surprise, kissed him passionately on his mouth.

He straightened his tie embarrassedly, eyes switching between his assistant and his experiment. After a prolonged pause for thought, he switched his project’s life-support mechanisms to a stasis point, then began walking towards the door. “I don’t know what good it’ll do, but if it’ll keep you away from my experiments...” he muttered to Eelai, who broke into a triumphant grin.

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Nova led the way into his quarters, where, after some hesitation, he disrobed as Eelai watched. He only removed his clothes from the waist down, as if it wasn’t worth the time nor the effort to bother with the rest. As Eelai sashayed her way over to his spartan bed and laid down, he remarked, “Really... I’d almost think that your talking me into these attempts isn’t just another sadistic game.”

Eelai smiled at him, then began to toy with the straps of her silken dress. She did this so slowly that Nova sighed and said, “You know, for as translucent a dress that is, it’s not really worth it to spend so much time taking it off.”

“Oh, you’re no fun... but whatever you say, handsome.” She peeled off the dress and stretched out on the bedsheet. Nova looked at the naked siren’s curvy form... her firm breasts... her long, raven-black hair... perfection. His lip curled slightly. He’d expect nothing less from one of his own creations, but he’d seen her naked so many times before that such sessions seemed a futile routine by now. Still, he didn’t hesitate to lie down beside her...

Eelai wasted no time in practicing her craft. Pausing only to kiss her reluctant lover on the cheek, she continued a line of kisses down the front of his body until she reached his limp penis, which she began to slowly caress with her tongue. Before long, she wrapped her whole mouth around it, and continued on, sucking on him like a starving child would a popsicle. She was pleased to hear that Nova, who had begun to mumble shorthand notes to himself to catalogue the experience, had to pause now and again to gasp for breath, yet he was largely unaffected. She stopped after several minutes had gone by with no response from his member.

Nova sighed. “While that was lovely, I’m afraid this isn’t going to work,” he said dejectedly. Eelai just winked, and went down again, trying all the harder, as if this had suddenly become a challenge.

It was just as much a surprise to Eelai as to the Professor when, after a particularly eager attempt, Nova’s whole body clenched as he gasped almost violently for breath. “There we go...” Eelai purred, as she watched his penis rise, blushing crimson. She reached up and tugged gently on Nova’s tie. “What shall we do with this little opportunity, hmm?” she asked. She got no response, so she climbed up to see his face. She almost burst out laughing at the dazed, half-smiling expression he wore, but thought better of it. “Are you okay?” she giggled.

“Never f...f..felt better,” he wheezed.

“You want to try something that I’ll have fun with, too?” she teased.

Nova nodded his head. “B-By all means...”

Eelai didn’t need any more prompting. She pressed her body close to his, and began to rock back and forth, easing herself onto his shaft oh-so-slowly. It didn’t take long before it began to swell to fit her personal form, stiffening as Nova let out a low, wavering moan of pleasure. He began rocking along with her in a shared rhythm, biting his quivering lower lip to keep from shouting. Eelai, however, was not as reserved, and began wordlessly crying out with every throe that passed through her as the pair heaved faster and faster. She looked up into his straining face just before he locked his trembling arms around her and swept her onto her back, his face one of pure ecstasy as he thrust into her again and again. Finally, Eelai felt her partner’s whole body become rigid. With a faltering scream, Desty Nova climaxed, and Eelai purred at the sudden surge of fluid warmth inside her. The Professor then collapsed onto her, panting heavily.

She let him lay there for a moment, then snuggled her face to his. “So... better than flan?”

He weakly brushed his mussed hair from his face, then replied with a grin, “Perhaps...”

“Care to give it another go?”

“I don’t think... it’d hurt... just give me... a minute-- I’m quite unused.... to this...”

“Sounds fair.” Eelai smiled. She wasn’t worried about whether she’d be ready-- being able to go at it up to several dozen times in a row was just one of the benefits of having a body specifically designed for such a thing. She listened to his labored breathing for a while, then asked, “So...what do you want to try this time?”

“Heh... you’re the expert here, madam. Just... no scratching, okay?”

“Hmmm...” Eelai doodled little patterns onto Nova’s back with her finger as she thought it over. Nothing too difficult-- he was acting like this was practically his first time around. “Think you can get up on your knees now, big guy?”

“It shouldn’t be a problem,” Nova replied.

His partner clapped her hands. “Good, good! Now, you just stay there...” As Nova watched, Eelai climbed up to the front of the bed, then gripped the frontpost bar and hunched up onto her knees. He chuckled to himself when he saw her tattoo of a dark red arrow pointing to her rump, matching the other red arrow which emblazoned her face.

“Anytime you’re ready,” she said, waggling her rear at him.

Nova simply stared at her backside for a few moments, trying to figure out which approach to take. Eventually, he rubbed his sweaty left hand on his now-stained lab coat. Carefully, he brought his hand over to her rumpled pink genitalia and ran his fingers against its moist, velveteen edges. He then brought two of his fingers together and slid them, almost surprisingly easily, into her depths. She let out a pleasured howl as the rest of his hand followed, and writhed around, arching her back, as his fingers swirled around, tickling her. Nova’s breathing quickened as he became more and more aroused. His other hand clenched his stiffening penis, and he found himself shivering, despite the fact that his body felt warmer than he could ever remember. He could feel Eelai’s hammering pulse through his searching fingers; his own thundering heartbeat resounded in his ears, echoing the throbs surging through his crotch.

As Nova felt the first fiery spurts of his semen escape from his erection, he couldn’t stand to wait any longer; he withdrew his drenched, sticky hand from Eelai, leaped up, and clutched his arms around her waist, ramming his rock-hard rod into her backside, wordlessly wailing to her with each thrust. His grip tightened as he desperately tried to fill his lover, who was shaking with pleasure by now, banging the bedpost bar against the wall in perfect time with his lunges. Nova’s body again went completely taut, and, with another scream and a massive shudder, the Professor shot off once more. This time, though, he didn’t fall over; he rested his head on Eelai’s back, face reddened, wheezing all the harder. Eelai savored the last few moments of having Nova’s firm manhood inside her before it began to shrink, slowly sliding its slippery way out. Nova let out a disappointed whimper, but Eelai’s face beamed. “That was great. Wanna do it again?” she asked, expectantly.

Nova chuckled between gasps. “You... you know, of course... you’d be saying that afterwards...even if we did this... ten more times.”

“And what’s wrong with that?”

“Well, unlike you... I wasn’t engineered simply for screwing. In fact... it totally surprises me I was even... able to do anything tonight.”

Eelai smiled, as if at some private joke. “There! That just shows how good you are at building those nanomachines. Congratulations... you did pretty well for someone who says his plumbing stopped working years ago.”

Nova wafted his fingers under his nose, apparently lost in thought. “Yes... yes, I guess
I did, didn’t I?” His eyes flickered beneath his glasses as his pride caught up to him once more, and he grinned as he spread out regally on the bed. “But, then, a triumph like this is nothing to a master of Karmic science.”

“Of course, Professor,” Eelai nodded. She took one look at his lofty, smug face and, after a moment of reflection, burst out laughing. Nova’s gaze turned from the ceiling to his partner, thoroughly confused. “I’m sorry,” she said, still giggling. She stroked his damp, tussled hair as she continued, “I just think it’s funny that the same Desty Nova who’s always so sure of himself turns into the bashful, flustered little boy I just slept with as soon as I mention the mere notion of possibly having sex with him.”

“Yes, well...” Nova said, clearing his throat, “I myself have often wondered if my son didn’t simply inherit my frailties in... this department... through the whole of his being.” He paused, and sighed, staring at Eelai but not seeing her, as his thoughts drifted to the lone member of his earthbound family. The last news he’d heard of Kaos was that he was setting up some kind of radio station to broadcast something paltry, like poetry readings or the like. He smirked slyly as he wondered how his new “son” Den was doing.

His concentration was broken as Eelai waved her hands in front of his face. “Hellooooo? Desty? Anybody in there?” she asked, in a sing-song voice, grinning as he fell back into conscious thought. “You were changing the subject again.”

“Was I?” Nova lay there, simply relishing the rare, blissful warmth that seemed to fill his whole body. For once, the world of documentations and statistics was far from his mind. Something in the back of his mind said that he was about to fall asleep. He leaned over and gave Eelai a quick-- but heartfelt-- peck on her lips. “I think we’d both benefit from calling it a night. I most deeply thank you.”

Eelai barely heard what he had said. Her face was still frozen in shock from having been shown such an emotional gesture from the Professor. Had he ever kissed her? Even once? She stared dumbfoundedly at him, then broke into a wide, flattered grin and returned his kiss, right on his mouth. She gathered up her dress and walked over to the door. “Good night,” she called to him, and waited for a response.

What she saw instead shocked her all the more. Nova slowly raised his hands, brought them to the sides of his glasses, and took them off. She had barely caught a fleeting glimpse of his strangely soulful-looking blue eyes when he placed the glasses on his nightstand, breathed a deep, contented sigh, and rolled over, flicking the room’s lights off before bringing his pillow under his head. Not once did he even touch the plate of flan on his nightstand that he always ate before retiring. Eelai hurriedly pushed the door’s control console and scurried outside as soon as it opened and closed with an airy swshh.

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Eelai stood there for some time, trying to comprehend whether what she had just seen was a good omen or a bad sign. She raised her hand to her lips and blushed, letting her fingers touch where he had kissed her, and began to smile to herself. It really didn’t matter, did it? She’d had a great time, and it seemed that, for the first time in a long time, her Desty did, too.

She started rustling through the folds of her dress for something, fishing for a moment until her hand clasped something in its pocket. She pulled out a small paper packet with one word, in near-ancient writing, stamped onto it:

“VIAGRA”.

“I can’t believe I didn’t think about this sooner,” Eelai grinned, padding through the Granite Inn’s hallways towards the building’s main well.

She stopped as she neared an open doorway, freezing in her tracks at the cowlike grunts and moaning sounds coming from the nearby room. She listened in blank-faced horror for a minute or two, flinching at the occasional sounds of rattling metal cage-wire, before completely turning around and marching towards her own quarters, visibly shaken. As she began rethinking her plans, she muttered, “Thanks a lot, Bazarld... that’s going to be in my nightmares tonight!”