Alternate Truth

Author's Note: This is the last planned chapter. Again, that's not to say I won't want to create a new chapter in the future with a different character, but this marks the end of my major plans. Some weird shit ahead, but not as weird as the first chapter.

"Let's test you out," Kokonoe's toothy grin showed as she clicked her fingers. That was the cue for her newest experiment to activate. And what a majestic activation it was! She hummed. She glowed! The girl was a technological marvel, leaps and bounds ahead of Tager. It was all thanks to the power of SCIENCE! Not that this girl really understood how important that was. She probably didn't even know what happened in her life that made this possible. She didn't need to know either; she would serve her purpose for a higher cause more than adequately without it if the tests were successful.

"I didn't agree to this!" Noel protested.

It was... sad. Depressing. She was a high-ranking officer in the NOL, serving just under Jin Kisaragi before his desertion. Yet since she arrived in Kagutsuchi, she utterly failed to fend off a disgusting blob, a medicine doctor, and an agent of Sector Seven. Her latest disgrace was by far the worst; she didn't even have control of her own body anymore.

Most of her original costume, the one torn to pieces by Arakune, remained in her new form. She only now questioned where the woman got a set of her clothes to use, but that worry ranked a distant second to what the flashing lights meant. Those lights, default at red, switched to green on the silver frame. Or at least, it had the lustre of silver; the ease of movement while wearing it suggested a different, lightweight metal, one that this overzealous scientist catgirl kept raving about as a contrast to Tager's bulky, heavy frame.

Her new metal skeleton of a cyber-suit ran down the in and out of her thighs into spikes on her shoes. They secretly hugged her back and stomach on her torso, slipped unnoticeably under her detached sleeves and inside her gloves. The inside of the red ribbons had become transmitters, the metal tips at the end receivers for any new orders from Kokonoe. Aside from concealing her long waves of blonde hair, her beret held a plethora of the processes critical to her functions. She didn't want to think of what this woman had done to the more intimate parts of her body, but it was impossible to ignore the huge burden weighing on her chest, stretching the sheer black fabric of her uniform.

"I didn't agree to let you dress like me," Kokonoe said smartly. "Now then, you see those targets over there? Let's try out your ballistics."

"Please stop!" Those words used to have so much authority behind them, like a shield she could fall back on to avoid using brute force. It never really felt right for her to change from who she really was into a strong arm of the law, in fact it was all the needs of her adoptive family the Vermillions that led to her joining NOL.

It had become a last-ditch desperate plea to be freed from the scientist's insanity as the lights on her exo-suit turned blue. The red reticle moved into place over her right eye, feeding information back to her as her blasters reached full power. 100% accuracy, not hard when both targets were stationary.

"Please... please... AAAAHHH!!" Noel cried. The black fabric at her bust ripped away and her red tie whipped around from the blasts concentrated through her enlarged pink nipples. They stiffened, out in firm points as if to help aim the lasers filtered through her gigantic breasts. Perfect shots, both of them. The heads on the cardboard targets had torn clean off their stands. The stands themselves might have slammed against the wall if they weren't attached to robotic tracks for use as moving targets.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Kokonoe laughed with maniacal glee. 100% accuracy! A 1.79% decrease in the energy reserves contained in her bosom, their unusually robust size a result of pumping so much energy into every fiber. Thorough documentation of the program's execution printed out nearby; a recording of what her newest agent saw during the test run played on a nearby screen; up-to-date run-downs of her vitals beeped and flashed on all the instrumentation before her eyes. Of all the things for her to analyze, Noel's slack-jawed, eye-wide expression was the least of her concerns.

"Wh-wh-wh-WHAT?!" Noel stuttered and shrieked her disbelief. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY BREASTS?!"

"Nipples are still smoking. Need to work on cooldown..." Response to Noel was an afterthought that came after jotting down this crucial observation. Kokonoe's tongue gently licked along her blue sucker, replacing it in her mind with something a little sweeter. "You told Litchi you felt bad about your pitiful boobs, didn't you?"

"I didn't want them to be..." Noel pouted, shame-faced at openly admitting something so private. Coils of gray smoke rolled from her warm pink nubs, ceasing in time to stop at one warning chirp of the room's smoke alarm.

"Didn't want them to be what? Fake? You couldn't hope to have natural big breasts, it doesn't work that way. You were doomed to be a little boy forever without my help."

"I'M NOT A LITTLE BOY!"

"You looked like one." What stung for Noel, more than the words themselves, was how matter-of-factly Kokonoe said them. "You really should be thanking me, now nobody will make fun of you for having a flat chest and they can't take your weapons away when they're your tits."

"This isn't what I wanted!"

"You should have thought of that before you dressed like me," Kokonoe said. She wasn't one to make up bullshit, but then she could tell this girl would have a better time adjusting to the situation without freaking her out with her true origins. Her brief flirt with calmness returned to her bitchy demeanor when she came to realize what she was doing. "Damnit, you made me waste time talking. Let's test the laser cannon."

Noel trembled in the short break in control Kokonoe had over her. Unlike her breast lasers, she knew precisely where Kokonoe installed the laser cannon. She turned her back, programming causing a sexy cock of her hip to accentuate her rump before she bent over. Legs parted wide, her head peered between them and her hands clasped her ankles as the reticle honed in on the target designated by a blue flash.

She blushed wild red, flowering from her cheeks to the full expanse of her face as she felt the device charge in her womb. She comforted fears of damaging her sensitive inner channel with the memory of how her breast lasers functioned. A hint of uncertainty plagued her despite knowing the mad scientist wouldn't dare damage someone she meant to keep around. Wires ran over the lips of her shaved, unpantied sex. The pressure built inside, heat passing through her as optimization reached peak levels.

"You're doing great! I wish you could see and understand all this data for yourself," Kokonoe was back to her chipper self, carried away with scientific enthusiasm for her research while her groaning test subject weathered the effects. Arousal blatantly puffed Noel's innocent pink folds, as they parted for passage.

"Fire the laser cannon!" Kokonoe shouted through intercom.

"AHN!" Noel muffled her cry, but there was no controlling the reason behind it. The blue beam shot from her loins at light-speed, barreling through the chosen cardboard target for total destruction. She witnessed every second with open eyes, her hole smoking hot and her juices running down her legs during the necessary cooldown.

"Vitals at normal levels. Estimated cooldown of laser cannon and vaginal walls at 10.29 seconds. These results are nothing short of phenomenal!"

Some weird part of Noel loved this praise until rationality reminded her that Kokonoe had essentially lauded her ability to bend over and shoot a beam from her pussy. The observations weren't even about her, they were about the exo-suit's capacity to turn her body into a weapon. A very... disturbing weapon.

"You can stand, Noel," Kokonoe said.

"I'm an officer of NOL. They won't let you do this to me and get away with it." Simply saying that brought her confidence back tenfold, confidence that came crashing down with Kokonoe's rebuttal.

"They already agreed to let me if I promise something in return. The higher-ups at NOL know how to use diplomacy."

"WHAT?! They can't-" she shrieked, thoughts changing tracks. "I could fight better with the weapons I trained myself to use."

"What, you mean Bolverkr? I sent that shit back to NOL to give some other officer."

"Y-you know their name?" Noel gasped. Her surprise and wonder faded as she realized what the woman had done. "How could you? Bolverkr was mine!"

"Trust me, you want no part in the Nox Nyctores. You're better off working with me here," her scowl turned to a grin. "Serving science as my newest creation."

"B-b-but-"

"Hey, I know! Let's give you something to practice your hand-to-hand combat skills. A little test run of your power diversion equipment wouldn't hurt either. We wouldn't want your laser cannon to crap out on you in the middle of a fight."

"That's enough! I demand you release me. I'm a woman and I have my dignity. You can't-"

She was on the move faster than she thought possible. Her lithe body in its light cybernetic frame ran full speed at the designated full size punching bag. A quick backhand slap to the top led into a spin around to its other side. Her nipple lasers fired short, weaker burst shots from the mid to high range, cutting out to avoid strays as she spun into a high kick... where a quick-shot of her laser cannon knocked the bag away by a few feet. The blue after-image she thought came from Bolverkr still trailed after her as she went into a slide, tossing the bag into the air above her.

Then came the most embarrassing phase. The bag hurtled in the air. Her legs went into splits as she entered a handstand. Her pussy showed off to the observation cameras when the skirt of her uniform drooped down to her chin, her red tie dangling in front of her nose. This was it. The first two tests of her equipment followed by the brief combo had primed her body for her first powerful attack.

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaah!" came out of its own accord, her battle cry, trained as a method to distill emotion when she put all her strength into one go. The inner walls of her sex stretched with the beam plowing its way out, exiting her soft slit to punch the airborne bag. A single shot had turned into a constant, high-energy stream that knocked the bag upward. Again and again, it slammed into the ceiling, cracking the stable layers of drywall until the unthinkable happened.

The bag hurtled skyward, sunlight beaming in through the new hole. Noel heard her target pound into the roof shingles as she closed her legs and leaned backward into a stand, staring at Kokonoe safe and sound on the other side of blast-resistant glass.

"Remarkable," drool ran down Kokonoe's chin at the magnificent sight replaying on one of her monitors. "You're a better match for the experiment than I could have dreamed. All the shit I went through to convince NOL to put you under my command paid off. Time for structural and vital analysis; strip off your uniform."

"I don't want to do that!" Her whining mattered very, very little, both to Kokonoe and her own body.

It acted by the basic programming of her suit, starting with the boots and slipping off her black thighhighs after. Each finger of her gloves received a light tug, loosening the hold before she tugged both gloves free from her hands. Her gown came off easy, damage caused by firing her breast lasers allowing it to shimmy to her feet. The sleeves remained, rolled up for ease of viewing, as did the red tie that rested between her heavy, heaving breasts. At last she removed the blue cap on her head and held it in her hands, exposing the beret's network of circuits and wires.

The suit truly was a work of scientific art. The processing unit in her hat connected straight to the suit's faux-spine, integrated harmlessly against her skin to influence her true backbone's system of nerves. A single strip of metal ran from the back of her neck to just short of her ass, curving around its shapely mold and changing to wires that entered her cooling, leaking loins. From the front, it rounded each mamm like the straps of an unfinished bra, only Noel and Kokonoe truly knowing of its small, subtle stimulation to the base of her breasts.

The rest was fairly simple; the cybernetics ran smoothly over her arms and legs, careful not to restrict movement while affording more protection to and control of each limb. They ended with metal claws that extended just past the nails of each finger and toe, intended for fatal fights as a last resort. Chances were very good they would remain concealed within Noel's gloves and boots, particularly with the power she already possessed.

Kokonoe emerged from her chamber. Measuring instruments occupied each hand as she approached Noel, fumbling her blue sucker from right cheek to left with her tongue. Setting the objects on a nearby table, her eyes scanned the girl. Default position as ordered during inspection; legs spread, hat in her hands, looking straight ahead without the slightest tick from her stance.

"Good, your suit remains at rest. None of that breaking tables in half like last time. If everything else checks out, you'll be ready for action in a month."

She set the earpieces of her modified stethoscope into her small cat ears and pressed the cold pad to Noel's chest. Likewise and quite without warning, she held the energy gauge to one of the girl's breasts and slipped a thermometer past her puckered anus. A light whimper assured Kokonoe that the thermometer had entered smoothly, held stable by a tight, automatic clench between Noel's cheeks. She watched the numbers on the energy gauge rise and listened to Noel's heart beat, filtering out any distractions to her analysis. These tests were necessary; she learned the hard way through Tager that control room equipment on biological processes should never be trusted completely.

This time, its feedback was accurate. A normal resting heart rate, expected levels of energy depletion and, plucking the thermometer from the depths of Noel's ass, a body temperature just within safe, acceptable levels. She motioned, soon acted upon, for her test subject to place her hat back in position.

"Well Ms. Vermillion, I'd say based on these results, you're a complete success. We just need to take care of ooone more test."

Noel went white. "Oh no. Not that. Anything but that."

Kokonoe grinned. "Laser cannon externalization, activate!"

Noel's legs quivered from the swarm of movements within her pussy that started in her womb. Each layer of the laser cannon collapsed down to the next, teasing her sensitive pinkness along the way. In seconds that felt like minutes to Noel's arousal-stricken body, the cannon emerged from her delicate folds, the layers of metal rings combined to form a single solid shaft. It jutted out like some obscene mechanical erection, its tip blinking green light as it dripped with her juices all the way to the base.

Noel bit her lip, head bowed to watch Kokonoe squat before her.

"Green light. That's a good sign," Kokonoe tapped the sturdy machination and sniffed. Noel's scent filled her lungs as she pushed the tip of one instrument into a hole at the base, hmming fondly at the cannon's resilience. Everything ran within operational parameters. Complete success. Her test subject would make a perfect assisting agent for Tager in one month's time, as beautiful a biological weapon as she ever saw one.

That should have ended this check of diagnostics... but there was something missing. She regularly flirted with a secret dream of hers, one she denied for the sake of SCIENCE! Her twin tails rolled and twitched as she fought the growing urge, failing as she imagined the wonders to be had. It would be the ultimate test of her creation, and a perfect excuse to live out her fantasy.

"I'm done, right? R-right?" Noel asked.

Kokonoe removed her sucker and teasingly licked it with tip of her tongue. "I always wanted to see what one of my creations can do in... other... areas."

Noel's sweet, innocent mind took a few seconds for Kokonoe's subtlety to sink in. Her jaw dropped, jittery and panicked. "Wh-what?! B-b-but you're a woman!"

"A woman with needs...," Kokonoe purred. Her red pants and black thong dropped with ease; the real trick was keeping her belt. She slipped it higher on her waist and tightened it, smirking at its little... okay, BIG accessory, and what noise it would soon make.

"Wouldn't you rather try Tager?"

"Him? Do you really think I could fit his" !!GIGANTIC TAGER!!

"Why does everyone want to have sex with me?" Noel sulked.

"Stop whining and stick it in. I don't open my pussy everyone." Kokonoe threw back the coattails of her white coat, exposing her hairy pink muff. She lightly perspired with anticipation, shifting her sucker from side to side.

The order went through. She could feel the smooth tip of Noel's cannon press between her tender nether lips. Though they lacked any strength, Kokonoe's two tails wrapped around Noel's sides and twisted together behind her back. It was the closest she ever came to baring her heart to someone, embracing the little girl in her brand of a hug as Noel thrust the full length inside her.

"Mmmm," Kokonoe purred. "That feels so good... play with my tits too. I always wanted someone to cop a feel."

Noel winced shame as she leaned into the catgirl. Her new, full breasts mashed against Kokonoe's back, the red reticle over her eye flashing with an analysis of the path her hands should take. She rubbed past Kokonoe's bare belly and slipped her hands past the black lining of the scientist's shirt. Her eyes went wide upon grasping her targets. They were so small! Her own when they were at their original size at least had a notable curve when filling her NOL uniform. These ones hardly counted as breasts, a fact she knew better than to tell the scientist.

"What do you think? Don't they feel great?" Kokonoe asked.

Noel flinched, sweat beading off her brow as she tried to work her way around a response. "Uh-uhm... y-yeah... they feel wonderful. They're just the right size. Really! I would have loved to have breasts like yours."

"You don't have to worry about that with those monsters on your chest." Kokonoe rubbed Noel's hands through the white fabric of her shirt. The hard metal claws on the outside contrasted so distinctly from Noel's small, slender digits beneath them. She had reached the breaking point where healthy playfulness ceased to impress her. True to her catty nature, she plainly said, "I'm sick of playing around. Fuck me raw."

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah," Noel squeaked out. She couldn't think of any other way to react; her body had flown into a blitzkrieg, her hips pounding away against Kokonoe's at the woman's behest. The enormous bell on Kokonoe's belt jingled wildly, sounding the alarm of the catgirl's defenseless pussy taken by the mechanical shaft that made up Noel's laser cannon.

Kokonoe's purrs transformed into passionate growls, leaking freely down her legs. Her animal heat swelled up and splashed back against Noel's shaved crotch. After so many years, the ordinarily cleanly scientist allowed herself to indulge in the same lust her witch mother must have displayed with her father.

"Oooooooh that feels so good Noel. I want you to fuck me so hard I won't sit down for a week."

"Waaaaaaaaaaah!" Noel cried as her hips went into overdrive. She felt whiplashed just from performing the action, stunned by how she could move with so much force that she made Kokonoe scoot across the floor. She panted into the catgirl's massive mane of pink hair, its bubble gum scent fading amidst their sweaty bodies. Her heart thumped against the wall of her chest, when she suddenly held a death grip on Kokonoe's body. Her cyber-suit had predicted what played out beneath her seconds later.

Kokonoe thrashed, howling in orgasm as she slicked Noel's laser cannon. The cyber-suit responded to each wild motion with equal restraint. She was pinned, quivering in a pool of her own sloppy juices as they began to soak into her clothes. The process of breathing never felt so splendid, cool air pouring through her.

Without new orders, Noel's cyber-suit defaulted to have her slump against Kokonoe's back. There she remained, herself recovering from the frenzy of sex. A gasp escaped her lips as the gleaming shaft retracted from Kokonoe's tight pussy, entering Noel's and smearing the catgirl's wetness along her inner walls. The cannon returned to its original place, nestled deep within her womb.

Soon, Noel found the voice to ask, "Can I go?"

Kokonoe smiled, "No way in hell. You need to recharge anyway."

A snap of her finger made the machine jump to life. Of all Noel's body, one spot remained that could fit the recharge process. Like all her other experiments of this nature, Kokonoe had no problem with making use of it. She ignored the girl's cry as the device found its mark, prodding between Noel's sweet ass cheeks and hooking into the charger.

Noel winced as it entered. After all her 'tests', this one made her new existence under Kokonoe's command undeniable. Her eyes fluttered, the soft sound of Kokonoe's slumber purrs filling her ears. Faced with no alternatives, she sighed and sulked.

"...Fine, do whatever you want..."

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"Gah! You're tougher than I thought," Tager fell to a kneel, yellow electricity sparking across his body. He never thought he could beat one of the Six Heroes by himself, not even with all the modifications by Kokonoe. Hakumen was a legend precisely for his combat skills. However, he thought the great hero would at least show some sign of fatigue. But, no. That pinnacle of technique, strong enough to rise up against the Black Beast, had not a scratch on his white armor.

"Be glad that I spared your pitiful life, demon. Leave before I-," Hakumen paused as a hint of blue rose up behind Tager's head. "Huh?"

Noel let her battle cry ring out as she leapt from Tager's shoulders. The Red Devil's 'Blue Lightning', that was her nickname on the streets. Her first weeks as Kokonoe's lab experiment had lulled to fuller respect for her as a future agent for Sector Seven... sans their regular 'sessions'. Kokonoe's trust in her was such that the catgirl hardly took direct control over her functions anymore, allowing her to use her best judgment in almost every situation.

She flipped out of range of Hakumen's sword, re-adjusting in time for the perfectly lined up shot. The laser cannon fired from her loins. The skirt of her uniform blew upward, flashing her sex to the open air. She landed on her tip toes and spun in time to see Hakumen slumped on the ground and rising, positioned just right for her next attack.

The metal cups to her breasts, a replacement for the black fabric once in that space, opened opposite ways to unveil her twin guns. Her burst shot scattered, pelting Hakumen from top to bottom with her nipple lasers until he at last dropped into an unconscious heap.

"Enemy neutralized. Awaiting orders." Noel said, as the cups latched back into place. Did she sound official? Oh god she hoped she did, it was hard enough to contain her giddiness at completing a mission that put her up against the famous Hakumen.

Kokonoe's voice crackled over the headset. "Good work Noel, you'll have to bring him back to base. What's Tager's status?"

"Agent Tager's body appears to be in critical condition. I don't think he can make it back by himself."

"And with the transporter malfunctioning...," Kokonoe cut out, contemplating and deciding the next course of action. "You'll have to carry him back too."

"Whaaaaaaat?!" Noel shrieked. "But he's so heavy!"

"I built that suit, you can take it."

Noel sighed her dejection. She knew Kokonoe was right. She could take the burden and more if needed. Tossing Hakumen on top of Tager, she hoisted them over her head. It had to be a jaw-dropping sight for any onlooker, she imagined. This thin, meek young lady carrying the Red Devil and one of the Six Heroes on shaky legs across Kagutsuchi. As she exited the network of underground tunnels and entered the fray of city streets, she sent a lone call of complaint to the heavens.

"Why me?"


The alternate truth is yet to be found...