This chapter contains, spoilers: Absolutely zero gore. Like, none at all. Just a lot of semi-cons bisexual sex and some body modifications. If you want gore… go ahead and skip this chapter. I'll post a TLDR if anyone asks for one. In fact, I should probably start posting those anyways, as the story is really eclectic in terms of what fetishes it covers but also it's a continuous narrative.

Chapter 5: A Good Head on His Shoulders

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“Come on Cabe! We have an entire day to spare, I need to get some of this funk off of me! I swear I’ll make it quick.” Jed whined, pinching the robes over her chest and peeling them away with a loud crackle. She’d been half marching and half jogging for nearly eight days without a shower or change of clothes, and after Kazdan had all but bathed her in blood which had been allowed to dry on her skin and dissolve into her clothes with four days of sweat, Jed looked, smelled, and felt like a drainage pipe in a slaughterhouse.

“And I need get this robot spider off of me.” Cabe answered, jabbing what had once been his own boot with the sharp point of what were now his legs. “You started this horrible misadventure, you’ve been calling every shot since it happened, you denied me a body for nearly a week so you could play Jedi, so I think you can deny yourself a shower for another hour.”

“UGH! I said I was sorry!” Jed groaned, attempting to kick Cabe with the boot she’d borrowed. Despite Cabe’s (constant) complaints about the spider-body, he had definitely grown accustomed to it over the week. He effortlessly hopped out of the way of Jed’s kick, scuttling down the streets Geen-14 at a pace Jed struggled to match with her aching legs and mismatched boots. While he couldn’t technically stop her from just going home, his laser guided guilt tripping had persuaded Jed to follow Cabe’s lead. Begrudgingly passing the long and winding street leading to their long and lopsided apartment building, Jed trailed behind Cabe for another seven block until the two of them arrived at Patch’s clinic/house/pawnshop.

“Come on, can’t you use the Force to go faster?” Cabe sarcastically asked, impatiently pacing in front of Pach’s door as Jed dragged herself up the street.

“Haven’t… learned that yet… duh.” Jed predictably retorted, collapsing onto the door loudly enough to qualify as knocking. The pair stood in relative silence for a few moments, Jed’s out of breath wheezing and the impatient tapping of Cabe’s legs the only sounds made between the two of them. Jed reached behind her back and cranked up the oxygen flow to her mask, then said “Whelp, she must not be home right now. Guess we should come back in an hour.”

“Like hell we’re coming back!” Cabe snapped, scuttling up to the door and rapidly dinging the point of his 1 o’clock leg into thick metal door. “Pach! Open up you greedy psychopath, we have the-” his taps continued even as his words ended abruptly. Geen-14 wasn’t a big town, and news of Jed’s lightsaber incident had probably been spread to everyone in it by now. Attracting a lot of attention may not be the best choice at the moment. “We’ve got business to discuss!”

An hour long minute dragged by between the two of them, and Jed said “Cabe, seriously, she’s not home. We’ll stop by tomorrow, that’s when she’ll be expecting us anyw-“

“Try the keypad.” Cabe interjected, staring straight ahead at the base of the exceptionally tall and wide door. “It might not be locked.”

Jed rolled her eyes. “Who in their right mind would leave their door unlocked in Gene-14? Or anywhere else on this dump heap of a planet for that matter?” She demanded, hitting the large green button on the keypad.

The door hissed and slid open.

Cabe didn’t even stop to gloat, scuttling in and shouting “Pach! Body! Give!”

Jed followed her friend inside, the door automatically shut behind them, their eyes adjusted to the uncharacteristically dimmed lights of Pach’s hangar-like office (which was, in fact, converted from part of a decommissioned cruiser’s hangar), and the rumble of Raxus Prime was silenced by the thick metal walls of Pach’s office. Only then did the two of them begin to take in the sights, sounds, and smells before them.

Depending on the individual witnesses’ philosophical stance, Pach was either one head shorter or most of a Londarr taller than she was when Cabe and Jed last saw her. The perpetually smug looking head that was once sat to her tan colored, suspiciously well endowed and well toned, and one prosthetic armed body had been replaced by a thick metal collar with loose mechanical latches and small multicolored lights around its sides that respectively jangled and beeped as the headless body rocked back and forth. Conversely, the sharp cheeked and puffy lipped head with its mismatched eyes and long black hair, usually tied in a bun and hidden beneath a hairnet but currently hanging in messy heaps across a broad pair of scaly shoulders, had had its neck replaced with a mechanical prosthetic almost identical to Cabe’s and was now mounted to a body completely identical to Cabe’s. She’d obviously been very busy while Jed and Cabe were away.

She was obviously very busy now, too. Pach’s body lay in a sweaty heap on top of one of her operating tables, her ass in he air and her outstretched arms clinging white knuckled to the sides of the table as her knees and breasts were rubbed raw against the polished metal surface. The discount sexy-nurse costume that Pach half ironically wore as her actual medical attire had been stripped away and thrown in a heap beside the table, leaving her body clad only in a pair of white stilettos that would likely be a nightmare to walk in for anyone without mechanically enhanced balance. Cabe’s body was yet barer, having arrived at the clinic in only a single boot and now lacking even that as it stood behind Pach with its erect cock buried to the base inside her. Pach’s head was panting and groaning as it stared transfixed down Cabe’s green chest, down his paler yellow abdomen, and at the few inches of deep red dick that kept disappearing and reemerging from Pach’s snatch as the Londarr cock reamed her. Unlike Jed, Pach appeared to be in no serious pain as she took the oversized alien, her augmented body either sporting enhanced durability or her tastes just being freakier than Jed could ever hope (or wanted) to be.

Observing her mesmerized gaze, the way his hands were gripping and caressing Pach’s thighs rather than pinning her shoulders, the way his hips shifted back and forth tokenly while the headless Pach took full control as the power bottom, the way his body’s posture was indescribably but unmistakably wrong, Cabe knew that Pach was enjoying more than the view of Cabe’s cock, and more than the feeling of it, she was enjoying IT. She could feel it as Cabe once could, from the first person. She had taken control of his body.

The speakers on Cabe’s mechanical throat screeched with ear splitting feedback, the closest thing he could now do to clearing his throat now that his throat had been bisected and burned away. Jed and Pach instinctively covered their ears, Cabe’s inhumanly powerful hands slamming into the sides of Pach’s head and further disorienting the mad doctor while her body own pawed at the empty space where its head once was, releasing its death grip on the table and inadvertently launching itself onto the ground with its panicked flails. Cabe cut the feedback, and asked “Excuse me, WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Agh! Ears! Head! Body!” Pach complained, holding her ears and rubbing her skull with her calloused reptile hands as her body struggled to find its footing. Opening her eyes and recognizing who was here and what had happened, she asked “How did you get in here? How are you not dead?” Pain drained from her face, replaced by unbecoming alarm. “No one saw you come in here, right?”

“You left the door unlocked.” Jed said, as casually as she could under the circumstances. “And why would we be dead?”

Cabe shot her an incredulous and furious glance, dumbstruck that Jed could ask that after nearly getting pulled apart by a mad Jedi. Out of the corner of his eye, Cabe caught a glimpse of Pach’s headless body stumbling to its feet and scrambling over to its discarded clothes, and his fury was immediately redirected. “What. Have you done. To my body?!”

Pach blinked twice, and a soft metallic click came from behind Jed and Cabe. Turning, Jed saw that the door’s control panel was now entirely red, every button blanked out. “Forgot to lock the door? Wow, maybe I really am losing it.” Pach said, carefully scratching her scalp with Cabe’s talons.

“Why are you wearing me?!” Cabe demanded.

“Why would you think we’re dead?” Jed asked.

“Because the Rodians bombed your apartment and you haven’t been seen for nearly a week! Everyone thought you were blown up.” Pach explained.

This caught both Jed and Cabe off guard. “What?” They asked in unison.

“You mean you don’t know?” Pach asked, her fully if sloppily dressed body throwing a gown over Cabe’s body to give it a modicum of decency, a modicum which was immediately lost as the fabric draped over the base of Cabe’s still erect cock, leaving the glistening organ fully exposed. “You guys killed a Rodian gangster, right? And ripped off a guy’s junk?”

“In self defense.” Jed retorted. “And Cabe… did the junk. The thing with the junk.”

“Well, what do you think happens when you kill a gangster and tear her lackey’s tool off? That their gang forgives and forgets?” Pach rhetorically asked. “No, they hunt you down and kill you. And so they did. Or so they thought. And now, you pair of sore thumbs come bumbling into my office like it’s no big deal after supposedly being killed off a week ago. Did anyone see you come here?”

“No, the streets were pretty dead.” Jed answered. “I mean, no one was out. No one saw us. You’re good.”

“Well I’m not!” Cabe shouts, cranking up the volume to painful levels. “What have you done to my body, and how do you plan on undoing it?”

Pach groaned, her and Cabe’s shoulders sagging in unison as she finally chose to address the spider-head in the room. “Alright, alright, I heard you the first time! Look, do you know how many Londarr live on Raxus Prime? So far as I could find, three.” Pach said, sticking up three of Cabe’s left fingers and annoying the naturally right handed reptilian. “Do you know how many are males? One.” Pach’s headless body pointed a single accusatory finger down at Cabe. He was mostly frustrated, but also slightly worried as he had no idea there were female Londarr on Raxus. He came to Raxus Prime specifically to hide from his murderous opposite sex. “Do you know how many female Londarr want a used man? Zero!” Both her and Cabe’s body twisted their hands into a series of four big zeroes.

“Your point being?!” Cabe demanded, returning Pach’s point with one of his own. He had reflexively aimed his spindly leg at the headless body, but after a moment of thought he rotated counterclockwise to point at his body with Pach’s head.

“No one wanted to buy your worthless body!” Pach answered, as though it were the most obvious thing in the galaxy. “I thought you and your stupid friend had gotten yourselves killed, so I wanted to recoup my losses by selling you, or at least parts of you. But, it turns out your worth nothing more than your meat on Raxus, and no one likes lizard meat so it wouldn’t even pay for the credits I’d already spent keeping it alive.”

Cabe was too offended to form coherent sentences, so Jed asked “Then why did you keep it alive? Why… are you on it?”

Pach blushed, and Jed wondered where the blood was coming from and if it was human. It certainly wasn’t getting pulled from the other head she was sporting, which had twitched a little higher as she said “Well, after seeing how much fun you’d had with it, I got to thinking… how much fun could I have with it?”

“Fun?!” Jed asked, her and Cabe sharing the same disgusted looks on their faces. “It tore my butt apart! Literally!”

“True, but the body was nothing but a mindless beast at that point. An uncontrollable mass of muscles and hormones, programmed only to procreate with its dying breath.” Pach said, her body squeezing its thighs together as Cabe’s left hand drifted lazily to his shaft. “Hot, but not safe. With the right programming, however, it could be made a safe, sane, and consensual toy. And, if there’s one girl on Raxus Prime who knows a thing or two about programming, and likes her toys, it’s me.” She said. To punctuate her point, Pach’s cybernetic eye flashed, and Cabe’s body snapped to military attention. The clasps holding Pach’s head on released, accompanied by a gaseous hiss, after which her body reached up casually plucked it’s head off Cabe’s shoulders. She set her head down on the operating table she’d just been having sex on, and began tugging Cabe’s shaft with all of its might. “So, I gave it an independent life support, gave it basic AI that ran on my proprietary OS, and made it my toy. Had some great fun with it, but I got curious about how dick feels in first person. So, decided to make some more modifications my body. One thing led to another, and now I’m a happy little disembodied head just like Cabe, only I’ve got a nicer bod. Two nicer bods, in fact.” She proudly declared, her original body picking up the pace while Cabe’s remained completely motionless. “All of their functions and actions are completely under my control, and I can choose whether or not I feel them too. I could jack off all day and never cum, or I could force this body to orgasm until its heart stopped. I can do whatever I want with this body.” The look on her face shifted from smugly mischievous to smugly sinister. “So, what do YOU think I should do with it?”

“Give it back.” Cabe answered. “Jed, pay up.”

Jed reached into her robes and withdrew an ornate handle of long length, with an ergonomic wooden handgrip, a ring of gold around the narrowly tapered blade emitter, and a pommel encrusted with four large jewels of varying color. Cabe still couldn’t believe that Jed was keeping her generic throwaway saber and giving up the work of art Kazdan had offered her, but she was adamant. The Force had given her her first saber, and that it was her duty to protect it. No amount of explaining that an actual Jedi gave her the nice saber got through to her, and Cabe had given up trying to reason with her yesterday.

“So, you couldn’t scrounge up the money? Can’t say I’m surprised, my prices are… premium.” She said, diplomatically. “Anyway, hand it over.”

Jed hesitated. “Fix Cabe first.”

Pach frowned. “How do I know that’s even the real-“ she was silenced by the loud, bright ignition of an orange lightsaber blade, aimed directly between her eyes and uncomfortably close to her sweaty skin. “Alright, so it’s real.” Jed deactivated the weapon, and Pach quickly had her body pick her up and take a long step back. “But I want payment up front.”

“How do we know you’ll hold up your end of the bargain once we give you the saber? You could take us hostage and turn us in to the Rodians, or the Empire!” Jed said, surprising Cabe with her logic and Pach with her accusation.

“What, do you think the Rodians would pay me? Do you know how much ‘protection’ they charge me for? How many free procedures they make me do? The only reason I even knew about that girl you chopped up was because they brought me her dickless friend and made me patch him up at gunpoint!” She said, bitterly. “As for the Empire… I wouldn’t send my worst enemies to their prisons, let alone you freeloading clowns.” She said, her eye contact faltering as she used her flesh hand to stroke her cheek. Jed had never wondered, until now, why she was formerly licensed physician, or who had licensed her. Raxus Prime certainly didn’t have any medical schools.

Jed thought for a moment, and deactivated the lightsaber. “Still, I’d really like you to fix him first.” She said, tucking the weapon back into her robes.

Cabe tried to gulp. He couldn’t decide whether he was happy with Jed for keeping a cooler head about this than him and thinking something through for once in her life, or furious with her for keeping him from his body like she’d done for the last week. Pach was likewise at a loss, albeit for different reasons. She wanted their money, certainly, and a lightsaber of that quality was certain to fetch her more than even she could ever have hoped for. On the other hand, she did like her other hands. They were good, strong hands, and she’d certainly had her fun with them these last few days.

After some time, Pach shrugged her and Cabe’s shoulders. “Alright, I’ll fix your friend first.” She said, causing Jed to sigh with relief and Cabe to simulate a relieved sigh. “On one condition.” She added, freezing both of her guests mid breath. “This body of yours, Cabe, it’s very quickly become my new favorite toy. I want to have fun with it one last time before I return it. What do you say, may I have my fond farewell?” Cabe’s body strut behind Pach’s, prodding her rear with its stiffie as it wrapped its arms around her.

Cabe groaned. He really didn’t want to see any more than he already had, but all things considering it was a relatively harmless request. “Fine. Go nuts. But make it quick! And don’t break anything!”

Pach gleefully set her hand down in the middle of the operating table, facing her guests, and clapped twice. Cabe was about to question the placement of her head, believing that it would get in the way of her bodies having sex, until he realized that he’d been had. Cabe’s body immediately released Pach’s, the headless woman pressing her chest against Jed’s as it yanked her bathrobe down to her elbows. Meanwhile, Cabe’s body stomped over to its former master and lifted him before Cabe could even try and scurry away. It tore away his spider body effortlessly with his sharp claws and powerful muscles, tossing the junked droid aside and gripping Cabe firmly in both clawed hands. Now nothing more than a resigned head and a life support system, Cabe eyed the erection that Pach had conspicuously leveled his head with. “Fond farewell. Cute.” He muttered, understanding Pach’s wordplay two seconds too late.

Cabe’s cock was jammed into his mouth and forced down as far as it would go, several inches still exposed when it hit the end of Cabe’s abbreviated throat. Pach winced on her perch, and Cabe would have laughed if not for the fact that it was his junk that was potentially getting damaged. “Careful!” He demanded, almost surprised to hear his own voice until he remembered that his speaker didn’t care what was going on with his throat or mouth. While Pach didn’t care for people barking orders at her, she did hold off on further thrusting. She pulled back until only the head of Cabe’s dick was left in his mouth, slowly twisting him side to side as the Londarr, reluctantly, got to work. The sooner she got off, the sooner he got his body back, he reckoned. He twisted his long, slightly forked tongue around the familiar but somehow alien member, its angles familiar but distant. It tasted about the same as before, Pach’s pussy juices stronger but not dissimilar from Jed’s, and while the circumstances of his last taste weren’t exactly pleasant, Cabe had to admit that his flavor wasn’t exactly unpleasant. He didn’t know why people would be so turned off to eating ‘lizard meat’. It wasn’t that much different than any other meat.

While Cabe was busy screwing himself, quite literally when Pach decided to turn his free floating head 360 degrees, Jed was busy trying to keep a firm grip on her sacrificial lightsaber as Pach’s body tore away her clothes. Jed wasn’t really fond of other women, not when she was sober anyway, and while Pach’s body was certainly well built and eager Jed couldn’t help but tense up as it touched her. Did she really want to do this? No, but did she really have a choice? What if Pach withheld Cabe’s body if Jed didn’t play along? She couldn’t leave him like this, not after everything they’d been through together. Cabe had taken so many for the team already, Jed could take one too. She removed her oxygen mask and began kissing the exposed valley between Pach’s breasts, the low hemmed shirt and large bust of the doctor granting her easy access. Pach giggled, lifting her breasts to bury Jed’s cheeks as the reluctant Jedi began stripping herself.

Emboldened by her customers’ compliance, Pach began slowly pushing her proxy-controlled cock down Cabe’s throat, carefully measuring his depth. When she reached the end, a surprisingly cold piece of metal capping what remained of Cabe’s upper esophagus, she said “Bite down. Softly.” Both Jed and Cabe complied, Cabe gnawing gently on his shaft as Jed began chewing one of Pach’s boobs. While she’d only been talking to the Londarr, the mad doctor certainly didn’t mind the extra attention Jed gave her. Committing the position of Cabe’s teeth and quasi-lips to memory, Pach dragged herself out and pushed back in. She gently tapped the metal cap, shivers of coldness and delight traveling up her penis and through both of her spines. She repeated the motion, stopping close enough to feel the coldness emanating from the plate without actually touching it. She’d found the sweet spot. With robotic precision, she began pumping Cabe’s head up and down his own cock, the sentient being with his own wants and desires reduced to little more than an ornery sex toy as Pach forced him on himself. She bit her lip, recording every sensation that ran through her powerful, muscular body. Did she really want to give this up?

No, obviously not, but credits were credits and that lightsaber was worth far more than sex. Besides, she’d always have her own body, and Jed was doing a very good job of convincing her that that was good enough. Jed had unbuttoned Pach’s shirt with only her teeth, and was suckling on a large, unnaturally perky breast like she were a starving infant while fondling its twin with equal passion. While it was clear from Jed’s tense shoulders, rigid posture, and the fact that her eyes were wide open and looking blankly into the middle distance that Jed wasn’t exactly enjoying herself, it didn’t seem to have any impact on her performance. She’d screwed Cabe over, and she was committed to unscrewing him by screwing Pach no matter what.

Cabe’s chest flexed out instinctively as Pach’s breasts were tweaked, the male reptile lacking any sort of nipples but a crossing of the proverbial (and some literal) wires in Pach’s head stimulating both bodies through each other’s experiences. Stepping back and shrugging off her shirt, Pach’s body pointed at Jed and motioned for her to do the same. The young woman complied, her shedding her childish bathrobes, peeling away her grimy undershirt, and dragging off her ragged bra to reveal a torso that was not only grimier, hairier, and leaner than when Pach had last seen her, it had also had some of its scars returned. A series of cuts around her svelter stomach, long thin gashes on her upper arms, and a line extending up from her belly button nearly to her sternum, she looked like someone had gone at her with a machete and a vengeance. Had the Rodian done all that? The dickless man hadn’t mentioned anything like this when Pach was patching him up. She still looked better than she had a week ago, but still…

“Like what you see?” Jed asked, trying to sound sexy but coming across more like an awkward salesman. In truth, Pach could hardly imagine a more pathetic sight. A sweaty, dirty, scarred, reluctant little street urchin with lopsided breasts and a nothing to her name but a lightsaber that would soon be a tidy pile of credit’s in Pach’s safe and a curio on someone’s mantle.

“Yes.” Pach answered, completely genuine. This pathetic little thing was all hers. Yanking her belt off and allowing her skirt to slide down her ankles, Pach’s body stepped out of her garments and grabbed Jed’s shoulders. The young woman flinched beneath the metal grip of Pach’s bionic arm, the firm grasp of the inhuman limb reminding Jed of her experiences with Cabe’s body. Pach pushed down, and Jed dropped to her knees. Pach waited a moment, Jed’s breath warm and unsteady as it rustled through her pubes and rolled over her engorged clit, then she bent the young woman’s head back and buried her lips in her own.

Jed went to work immediately, her tongue slipping between the outer and inner labia and rotating clockwise while the underside of her nose rubbed Pach’s clit. It’s what she liked when she was receiving, and while it wasn’t exactly how Pach would’ve started the combined sensation of two tongues sliding across her two bodies was still almost enough to throw her right over the edge. Her bodies heaved, a visible puff of steam escaping their collars as their life supports worked overtime to regulate their body heat and breathing. Pach moaned, her throat’s speaker significantly clearer than Cabe’s but still noticeably artificial. “Hey, loosen your grip! You’re gonna cut me.” Cabe said, his face upside down and contorted into a ridiculous expression as he tried to frown, lick, and gnaw on his own dick all at once. Pach laughed, and after playfully digging Cabe’s talons in a little harder and getting a loud yelp out of the poor head she slackened his fingers. Either as way of thanking her, or getting tired of this and want it to be over already, Cabe’s remaining inches of throat began expanding and contracting against the head still connected to his body, squeezing and releasing its flared tip as it slid erratically back and forth. Cabe’s knees buckled, and his body threatened to pitch over onto his head.

“You know, you give pretty good head. Had some practice?” Pach asked, grinning knowingly at Cabe.

“Not much.” Cabe and Jed replied in perfect unison, both shooting each other very surprised looks from their respective crotches as Pach laughed her asses off. Jed blushed, Cabe felt a tingling sensation that would have been a blush if he had a proper heart, and both resumed their oral stimulation with the sort of vigor that can only be brought about by sheer mortification. This needed to be over now. Jed buried her tongue in Pach’s vagina, flicking the tip wildly across her soaking walls as her lips purse and parted across her folds. Pach certainly appreciated the effort, her bionic hand sliding up Jed’s shoulder, up her smooth neck, and resting against the side of her head, but she showed no signs of immediate and spontaneous orgasm. Jed’s cheeks reddened, the cyborg non-doctor giggling at her and Cabe’s efforts. This needed to be over NOW.

Pach’s speaker screeched painfully as she felt a thick, smooth, and lukewarm metal object shoved firmly up her asshole. She knew immediately what Jed had done, yet she had to stare at her sculpted butt and the long cylindrical tube jutting out of it for several seconds before it really registered that the insane Jedi wannabe had just turned her lightsaber into a dildo and shoved it, business end first, right up Pach’s ass. She was too shocked by the stupidity of the act to even be mad. No wonder Cabe had gotten mutilated within minutes of Jed finding this thing, she was either a complete sexual freak or severely mentally handicapped. Or both. Pach could actually feel the button rubbing against her anus as Jed lightly thrust the weapon in and out. If she clenched, the blade would ignite, and her beautiful body would be spit roasted by an energy weapon. If Jed twisted too hard, her body would be ruined. If any one of a million chaotic variables went wrong, she’d be destroyed. How freaky was this chick?

Evidently, she was just freaky enough for Pach. Literally feeling the danger against her skin, the way that big red button twitched ever so slightly yet ever so jarringly with each pump of Jed’s wrist, knowing that at any second the body she had dumped so many credits into perfecting could be utterly devastated, rendering her nothing more than a talking head just like the living toy she was currently fucking her borrowed body with (albeit one with a small fleet of droid she could remotely control with her mind), it was too much for her. With an unladylike howl Pach blew both of her loads, her head rocking back and rolling onto its side as her mind struggled to process just how much ecstasy she was in. A deluge of semi-clear liquid splattered across Jed’s face and spilled across her cheeks, while a blast of porridge-like alien seed exploding out of Cabe’s mouth, plastering his cock from tip to base. She heard dripping, and felt her stomachs drop as both of her bodies collapsed, their knees buckling in on each other. A moment of panic interrupted her bliss as the realization that she was falling directly onto a lightsaber struck her, though Jed managed to yank the weapon out of her before impact. Pach sighed contently, and continued to ride the waves of pleasure until she had almost fallen asleep.

“PTOO!” Jed spat, Pach’s juices not to her liking. “Why is it so… bitter?” She asked, grabbing her bathrobe and wiping her tongue off on the sleeve.

Pach didn’t have the time to explain the changes in biochemistry her body had undergone throughout its many cybernetic upgrades, nor did she feel Jed’s incredibly rude question warranted a response.

“A little help?” Cabe asked, his voice further away than Pach remembered. A moment later, she realized that she could no longer feel him on his cock. She must have let him go and not even noticed, his head rolling off his lap and further into her clinic.

“Can’t even give a gal a moment to rest, can yah?” Pach asked, rolling her eyes. She stood her body up and stumbled back to her head, her movements shaky and slow as her body moved outside her field of view. Eventually the doctor managed to navigate herself to her head, and reattached herself to the proper body. Controlling Cabe’s still headless body, Pach picked Cabe up and carried him over to a small medical waste bin, where she tilted him forward and allowed the contents of his throat to empty out. There wasn’t much in him, the space small and most of his fluids either dripping down his body’s thighs or smeared across the floor where his head had rolled, but it was still enough to produce a hefty ‘glop’ as the fluid hit the bottom of the bin. “Alright, one lizard recapitation, coming up!”

Pach walked Cabe over to the operating table that she’d been screwing herself on not twenty minutes before, and sat his body down on its obviously unsanitary surface. Setting his head beside himself, resting on his right cheek, Pach’s green eye flashed for nearly half a minute, then she snapped her fingers. Cabe’s body went completely limp, collapsing backwards with a heavy thud, it’s legs dangling off the side of the table. A small fleet of droids whirred to life in the four corners of the room, and slowly converged on the lizard’s head and body. Pach didn’t even spare them a look as them began poking and prodding Cabe’s two life supports, pulling pieces off and bolting new pieces on. She was much more interested in dressing herself, which Jed took as her cue to get her clothes back on.

“So, how long is this going to take?” Jed asked, clasping her bra.

“Not long at all.” Pach answered, picking up Jed’s robe and without asking using the sleeve to pat her crotch dry. “I’m basically just adding a transmitter to the life support on Cabe’s head so he can remotely feel and control his body, allowing the throat and windpipe caps on both supports to open and close depending on whether they’re connected or detached, allowing body’s battery to recharge the head’s when they’re connected, and since the body’s battery can be charged via bioelectricity he’ll be able to eat again so long as he’s attached, add some latches to keep him secure whi-“

“So, you’re gonna make him like you? With a detachable head?” Jed asks, sniffing her robe and frowning. She’d need to give it a good wash… once she had access to a washing machine again. Or a shower. Or a home.

“Yes, obviously.” Pach answered, like it was obvious.

“WHY?” Cabe demanded, not finding the answer obvious in the slightest. After all this nonsense the last thing he wanted was to have his head ever come off again. He wanted a proper neck, one that would keep his head on indefinitely.

“Don’t question my methods!” Pach demanded, stamping her heel. The droids stopped their work, half of Cabe’s life supports still dangling out of his neck and shoulders. Cabe simulated a sigh, in no position to argue. Satisfied with his response, Pach snapped and the droids resumed their work.

When all was said and done, Cabe was left with a neck that looked remarkably similar to Pach’s, albeit bigger and cheaper looking. His head firmly if bulkily latched to his shoulders, Pach snapped her fingers and Cabe jolted upright, gasping for air and shivering with delight as he felt his lungs fill once more. He flexed his fingers, curled his toes, shivered with glee as he felt blood pump through his veins and stimulate his muscles, and his dick, oh his dick! Cabe grabbed the tired, deflated, uncomfortably sticky organ and shuddered, his spines twitching up and down his spine as he giggled in delight. “Oh, how I’ve missed you.” Cabe said, his eyes blissfully closed. The nightmare was over, he was finally whole again.

“Ahem.” Pach loudly grumbled, jabbing Jed in the side with her elbow.

“Huh? Oh, right.” Jed said, handing over the suspicious smelling lightsaber.

“Well then, I guess our transaction’s complete then.” Pach said, sniffing the weapon and smiling.

Hearing that, Cabe leapt to his feet and promptly tumbled over into a heap. Living as a six legged robot spider for a week had not been kind to his muscle memory. Dragging himself into a shaky standing position, Cabe declared. “And I, for one, will be happy to never do business with you again!” He took several smug, if uneven steps towards the door, before Jed stopped him.

“Uh, Cabe?” Jed sheepishly asked. She pointed to his body. “You’re… you’re going out like that?”

Looking down, Cabe realized that not only was he still filthy with slowly hardening cum running down his legs, but he was also naked. Looking around, Cabe further realized that not only was he naked, but that the only piece of his clothing he could see were his boots, one lying in the corner of the clinic and the other on Jed’s foot. Finally, he realized that not only did he have no clothes here, he had no clothes anywhere. His body had instinctively destroyed his outfit out in the wastes, and with he and Jed’s apartment blown up by the Rodians he had no spare outfits either. He, had nothing.

“Uh, Pach? You wouldn’t happen to have anything Cabe could wear, would you?” Jed asked, softly. “Or, a shower we could use?” She continued, softer. “Or a place we can stay for the night?” She finished, softest.

Pach’s smile reached levels of smugness before inconceivable. “I might be able to help… for a price.”

Jed sighed. “I’ll go scavenge some stuff.”

“Oh, don’t worry. It’s not money I’m charging.” Pach said, unbuttoning her shirt once more.