“You sure this isn’t just an excuse to get me naked?” Sarah asked.

Alex shrugged noncommittally. “I mean, the point is that we’ll both be naked by the end of it. Did you zone out of that bit of the explanation?”

Sarah rolled her eyes lovingly and pulled off her remaining underwear, leaving her standing naked in their community workroom-cum-playroom (a pun which had been recited to death and yet everyone still somehow tolerated). Alex made sure to deliberately ogle their girlfriend, but they probably would’ve ended up staring anyway - Sarah’s body was gorgeous. She cut a toned, trim figure; breasts on the smaller side, but big enough to fit perfectly in Alex’s hands; and a cute, round butt. Her dark skin shimmered slightly in the lights of her wire implants, pulses of pink travelling through them as standard-issue medical scanners and net links sent messages across her body; a second nerve system supplementary to the first. And one which Alex was planning to hack into.

The blonde walked briskly over to their workbench and, after authenticating their identity and unlocking the drawer, pulled out a small chip in the shape of a clockwork key. Lines of blue shimmered across its surface as they held it out triumphantly, proffering it for Sarah’s inspection. She quirked an eyebrow. “So this… will do all that?”

“Are you really doubting my skills, babe? Yeah, I’m confident it’ll work, as long as you gave me the correct details on your back-port. I’ve had lots of experience hacking into you, y’know? Give me some credit.”

“Alright. Ready when you are.”

Sarah handed the key back and turned around, presenting the small electrical port on her back for her partner’s inspection. Alex made one final scan of the room. Speakers? Check. Mattress? Check. Drinks? Check. Their own augs? Check. Alright. All good to go. They stepped up behind their girlfriend, but rather than inserting the chip immediately, they drew her into a kiss. As their lips parted, they smiled at her. “In all seriousness, babe, thanks for agreeing to this.”

Sarah smiled back at them radiantly. “Are you kidding? I wouldn’t miss this for the world!”

Alex grinned and, placing their other hand on Sarah’s back for support, ever so gently aligned the chip with its slot, before pressing it in with a light click that echoed through the room.

Alex had programmed a couple seconds’ delay into the chip, enough time that they could walk around to see Sarah’s reaction in full. It was also, happily, just enough time for Sarah to frown in confusion and ask, “Hey, are you sure it’s-”

Her entire body suddenly froze in place, face locked into that perplexed frown, lips slightly parted. Lines of pink and blue flickered rapidly across her body, warring for dominance, before the blue won out - as they both knew it would. There was a flash of blue from the back of her eyes as the technically-a-virus took over. Sarah’s face reshaped itself into a mask of perfect, blank neutrality, head tilting to the side while the rest of her body remained still. “Ordinary functioning subdued,” she announced in a perfect, modulated, mechanical monotone. “Diagnostics subdued. Mind subdued. Beginning download of Tiny_Dancer.exe.”

Sarah’s eyes rolled back in her head as the program fully took over, Alex’s signature blue now pulsing across her body. One by one, her joints moved into position, until she was standing perfectly straight and at attention. There was a slight mechanical whirring sound as jets of air began to stream from various augs positioned across her body, lifting her to hover an inch or so in the air. Light began streaming out of the key, solidifying across her form. A pink leotard materialised across Sarah’s torso, hugging her contours perfectly. Paler pink tights appeared similarly, covering her legs, while flats materialised around her feet, ribbons appearing with them and lacing themselves up. Her hair changed style, being pulled from its usual afro into a tight bun, held together with a pink ribbon. Finally, the light projected a tiara onto her head, nesting delicately among her curls. Sarah touched back down to the ground and immediately slumped forward, her legs remaining steady and supporting her weight while her torso and arms hung limp above it; eyes closed, mouth open, and breathing steady as if she were in a deep sleep. In this position, the key on her back gleamed, ready and awaiting someone to wind it and bring her to life.

Alex ran a hand through their hair - a nervous habit more than anything, given how short it was nowadays - and chuckled to themself. “What was that, babe? Does this look like a non-functional chip to you?” Of course, the real test was still to come. Sending someone’s augs into a harmless pseudo-crash and projecting a digi-stored costume onto them was easy, relatively speaking. Getting them to act exactly as you wanted… well, that was harder, but also by far the more fun part of this hobby of Alex’s.

Grasping the key in their girlfriend’s back, Alex gave it an experimental gentle twist. It turned smoothly, and the clicking of clockwork ratcheting up briefly played in their ears. Sarah’s body gave a slight judder, her limbs vibrating in perfect synch with the fake clockwork noises. Alex nodded to themself, satisfied, and began properly winding their girlfriend up. (“You do that every day,” Sarah had teased when they had laid this idea out, and Alex had laughed.) As they continued to turn the key, Sarah slowly straightened back up, moving into a more organic resting pose: eyes staring ahead, back ramrod straight, arms held in a curve with her hands near her thighs in a pose Alex vaguely recalled as being “bras bas” or somesuch. The position of her legs relaxed slightly too, so that where before she had looked like a doll posed by someone, she now appeared to have genuinely been frozen in time, ready to begin dancing as soon as she heard her cue.

Alex met resistance from the key and stopped, taking the time to fully admire their pretty ballerina, attentively awaiting that cue. They considered getting their hands on her already, but, given that they hadn’t even properly begun yet, decided to wait and actually engage with the set dressing of this play session.

Stepping back to give Sarah some room for her upcoming performance, Alex brought up the control interface for the Tiny Dancer program and selected the first track - a slow, steady, measured piece. As they pressed “Play”, Sarah’s body twitched slightly again as the program readied her to begin. Music began playing from the speakers set up in the workshop, delicate strings and winds setting a calm pace that Sarah’s body began to follow. She took small steps across the floor, arms rising into the air as she began moving more decisively in graceful sweeps and glides. Her face retained its perfect mask of blankness, her eyes still glowing that faint blue mirrored more strongly in the wires across her body. While she showed no recognition of Alex’s presence, her performance was clearly directed at them; her body, encased in the smooth material of the leotard, on full display for her partner. Sarah had never done any sort of dance before, let alone ballet, but the program currently in control of her did not care about that, moving her with effortless precision and finesse.

As the music neared its peak, Sarah raised herself up en pointe, arms extending above her head to create the illusion that she was at a grand height indeed. Alex, spotting an opportunity, hit “Pause” on the virtual interface. The music stopped instantly, and Sarah did too, frozen in this stretch. Alex knew they couldn’t leave her there for too long… but the sight of her like this was too tempting. Stepping in front of their girlfriend, they brought a hand up to stroke her cheek, down the curve of her neck, and onto her chest. They gave Sarah’s breasts a quick squeeze, marvelling as always at how sensitive her chest was - although, for once, she was unable to react in any way other than reflexively, in the hardening of her nipples visible even through the fabric - and then moved downward to give the same appreciation to her butt. Satisfied for now, a cheeky thought came into their head. With some effort, they picked Sarah up - while she was slimmer and shorter than them, she was also in about the least convenient pose for being carried - and turned her around so she was now facing away from them. Stepping back, Alex pressed “Play” again. Sarah resumed her dance, the key in her back turning slowly once again, and while she showed no outward signs of confusion, the brighter glow in the key’s wiring indicated that something in there was definitely uncertain about what had just happened. She slowly pivoted around, just in time for the music to hit its peak. Sarah concluded the routine with a leap, before settling back into the neutral stance she’d begun in and freezing once more.

Satisfied with the program’s success, Alex decided to move onto something bigger - and hopefully more exciting for the both of them. Switching to a more energetic, full-orchestra piece, they hit “Play”, and Sarah’s body came to life again. She began dancing across the workshop floor in graceful, flowing strides as the brass set a driving pace, adding in leaps and twirls as the strings and woodwinds joined in. Alex took a few paces back, admiring how their girlfriend’s body was being put through its paces, bending and stretching in just the right ways to show herself off to full effect. The routine was essentially copied from a standard one for this piece, but they might have taken some creative liberties to make it a mite sexier.

As Sarah began moving into some graceful twirls, Alex considered pausing her once more. However, at that point, they noticed the music beginning to slow down, and Sarah’s movements with it. They decided to sit back and watch as the dance became sluggish, Sarah slowing to a crawl, and finally, as she moved into a low pirouette, stopping altogether, freezing in place and then slumping forward onto her face. Alex moved over to admire the spectacle. Sarah still maintained the doll-like neutral expression she’d held since the ship was plugged in, the fact that she was now directing it at the floor doing nothing to stop it. In this position, the key was readily accessible, and Alex wound it back up quickly, priming their dancer for another session as her body resumed its prior position, albeit now somewhat horizontal. They went to hit “Play” on the interface again to reactivate her, but instead just got an error sound. “Unable to resume motion in this stance,” Sarah’s lips recited tonelessly. “Please return dancer to upright position, then turn key to reactivate.” Of course - she was programmed to begin dancing as soon as the music played, so had no way to right herself from this slumped pose she was now in. Well, that was easily fixed. Grabbing her under the arms, Alex lifted their girlfriend back into an upright position. Leaning her against them, they gave the key a slight twist, then hastily backed away as the music started up again and Sarah instantly resumed dancing.

The music grew and swelled once more, and Alex waited for an opportunity to fully experience the chip’s effects. Finally, they saw an opening, as Sarah transitioned from a jeté into a leg hold, raising her right leg up, up, up above her head. Alex pressed “Pause”, and Sarah froze again, stock-still, practically doing the splits vertically. Alex calmly strolled over to her and, with a flick of their fingers, manifested a digital knife - one that would cut through any digi-stored material while leaving everything else alone. They casually traced a line across Sarah’s crotch and the leotard peeled away, exposing her pussy to their eager eyes. Her dark lips were spread slightly by the stretch she was currently in, showing the pink, glistening flesh beneath - as before, her body had still responded reflexively to an experience that was as arousing for her as for her partner. Alex ran a hand along the line of her opening, fingers coming away slightly damp, before returning the hand and starting to properly work Sarah’s body up - teasing at her folds, grazing at her clit, and slowly easing inside her. Their ballerina wobbled slightly, but maintained her one-legged balance as Alex slowly increased their speed, their other hand coming up to play with their own chest. They could feel their own wetness increasing, but decided quickly that today, they would rather have a cock.

Convinced that Sarah was sufficiently aroused for them, and conscious that she would probably fall over soon from this position, Alex picked her up once more and carried her over to the mattress, gently easing her down. Her body was still locked in place: left hand holding her left leg above her head, right arm stretched out in front of her, now-gleaming pussy on full display. Hastily shucking their own clothes, Alex grabbed another aug out of their bag; this one was designed for them. At first glance, it looked like an ordinary strap-on, but one look at the wires protruding from it - and the matching pattern of ports around Alex’s crotch - would soon disabuse one of that notion. Without much ceremony, Alex plugged the fake cock into their body, the sensations of arousal instantly transferring from their flesh into the toy as it connected into their nervous system. Stroking their newly-gained erection, Alex hastily lubed themself up before lying on the mattress, parallel to their girlfriend, and sliding themself into her. They groaned as they felt Sarah’s body around them, beginning to steadily fuck into her as their hands moved around to toy with her breasts again. They soon decided that this wasn’t enough contact, and so re-summoned the knife, unsteadily cutting out circles around each breast so they could directly feel her flesh, the cut sections of fabric re-digitising for storage once they were separated from the main piece. Sarah, of course, made no conscious response, her body, paused mid-routine, just rocking back and forth to the pace of Alex’s thrusts, staring blankly ahead, even as slick began to drip down her thighs and her nipples grew rock-hard. Alex’s breath became harsher and faster as they pulled their girlfriend ever closer to them, nuzzling into her neck, and then, with a sudden shout, they came, fake cum spurting into their girlfriend as her pussy clenched around them in turn.

Alex carefully pulled out of Sarah, slumping backwards onto the mattress to regain their breath. Eventually, however, they clambered back to their knees. “You’ve got a show to finish, haven’t you?” they said softly. Sarah, naturally, made no response as Alex pulled her back upright, fluid dripping down her leg and leotard still in tatters as she was returned to the centre of the room. Pulling up the interface one last time, Alex pressed “Play”, before instructing the chip to eject itself safely once the song was over. Alex began to slowly stroke themself, still naked, as they watched the dance resume once more. Sarah’s body showed no sign of what it had just been through as the song finally reached its striking conclusion, moving through ever-more complex poses and manoeuvres, before, as the song played its final chords, dipping into a deep, graceful bow, and then freezing in place.

Blue and pink flickered across Sarah’s wires again, pink now winning out as the chip unwound itself and then, unceremoniously, popped out of its port on her body. As her hair sprang back to its natural state, her costume turned into light again, leaving her naked again in the middle of the workshop. Slowly, she eased herself back into a standing position, now on trembling legs. “I, uh. Fuck, that was hot.”

“I’ll say,” Alex grinned. “You made a beautiful ballerina.”

Sarah smiled back at Alex, beckoning them into a kiss which then became a lean as her efforts truly hit her. Still, Alex couldn’t help but notice the shudder she gave off as she rubbed against their fake cock. “Let’s get you a drink and a sit-down,” they said to her, “and then… round two?”

“Say less,” Sarah smiled. “Only this time… I think I’ll be making you dance for me.”