System Ascension

by Prax Venter

  Mark sucked in a ragged breath back up in the thick haze and inside his original body.

  Vale shook her head. “What did you see?”

  “I’ve got good news and bad news,” he said, looking out into the infinite hazy void around them.

  Vale didn’t let him continue. “You found something interesting, but you drew the enemy to it as well?”

  Mark sighed. “Yup. I’m pretty sure there are at least three of them that were chasing me down. The air gets crystal clear right before the surface. I only had a fraction of a glimpse, but I saw stacks of crates and crap covered by camouflage netting or tarp. If I had to guess, it looked just like a pile of loot.”

  Vale tapped a finger on her beautifully chiseled jaw. He could tell she was forming a plan.

  “And the ground is flat?” she asked.

  “More or less. It’s spongy- I think. Didn’t have a lot of time before violently stopping.”

  “I wonder what other treasures they have down there…” Roo mused.

  Vale turned her attention sharply on the velvet-girl. “We’re here for the object called Boltbreaker, nothing more. I think there are a lot more than three out there, and if we aren’t careful, we could find ourselves swarmed by enemies.”

  Roo pouted a little but nodded.

  “What’s the plan?” Mark asked.

  Vale laid out her strategy for searching the supposed loot pile as she carefully directed their floating glass pane downward toward the surface. She brought them a good distance from where Mark fell and used one of the massive mushrooms for cover as they passed into the cooler, clear air near the ground.

  Vale canceled their sky chariot, and they all dropped the short distance onto the gray, stringy surface. It was as if the whole place was one giant mushroom. Mark and Ahnix walked up and pressed against the back of the girthy stalk before peeking around its edge. Ahead, they both saw their target, and it was indeed swarming with at least twenty of the miniature soldiers. They were so small, from this distance they appeared to just be a cloud of neon-green fireflies flashing out their mating calls.

  Pulling back, Mark pressed his back against the stalk and locked eyes with Vale. With a nod, he popped out another Clone while Vale created a smaller magic floating platform.

  “Remember,” she whispered, “don’t fall off.”

  Mark looked over his shoulder to see the unsettling copy of himself standing with his eyes closed.

  He stepped onto the skateboard-sized magic Wall and signaled that he was ready. The giant naga willed the second platform up off the ground, and he felt sure he was going to fall off as he pinwheeled his arms to stay balanced.

  “Make a lot of noise!” Roo cheered quietly as Vale guided his remote-controlled Clone balanced on her remote-controlled pane of glass. Cool air buffeted his face and the platform tilted forward as she picked up speed. The change threw him off, but Mark was able to regain his center of balance quick enough.

  His mind briefly shifted to how superhuman he felt while inhabiting drones in the physical world. He tried to harness that capable confidence, but it just wasn’t the same- his subconscious brain had a major advantage when it was running at many millions of times faster than his body was moving.

  The camouflaged stockpile was hard to spot if he didn’t know what to look for, and he was speeding right for it. Only two of the heavily armed points of light moved to intercept him, and bright red streaks of plasma fire zipped through the air around his body.

  The platform rose abruptly and out of the stream of projectiles.

  “Increasing speed,” Vale said nearby his real body. “Hang on!”

  There was nothing to hang on to, so he bent his knees and focused on keeping his balance.

  “Come and get me, you stupid little fucks!” Mark yelled as loud as he could. All of the fairies began firing on him when he was close enough, but the two on his tail broke off and moved back over the camo tarp.

  “They aren’t giving chase,” Ahnix said close to his real ear.

  “I figured they wouldn’t,” Vale said. “This is an obvious attempt to pull them away. But apparently nothing is more important than protecting that stockpile. Now they are expecting the real attack.”

  He lasted a lot longer than he expected before a plasma blast caught his Clone in the shoulder. Stinging pain radiated from his torn and seared flesh before vanishing completely. Mark opened his eyes back with his girls against the mushroom stalk.

  Now for phase two.

  Vale duplicated the pane of glass and sent a cloud of Walls to swat the annoying bugs while Mark and Roo joined hands. They both turned their unwavering attention on the exotic cat-girl. Mark Prioritized Ahnix’s Haste ability over himself and Roo, pulling a substantial amount of energy from them.

  Ahnix clenched her tiny teeth as a torrent of power made her sleek fur stand on end and her mind throb with ecstasy.

  She quickly regained her focus and blitzed away from the group at a frightening speed. Mark and Roo kept up the boost while the giant naga tried to distract them with her multitude of attacking shields. He could feel Ahnix’s focus as she closed the distance to the stash.

  “She’s in,” the giant naga said quietly. Vale was keeping her eye on the situation while leaning out from the mushroom stalk. A stray bullet of plasma shot through the mushroom they were hiding behind and barely missed Roo’s head.

  Roo and Mark were starting to see gray along the edges of their vision, but she squeezed her soft fingers around his, giving him everything she had. And Mark, in turn, continued to give it all to Ahnix. The plan was to keep the MarketSwarm space marines busy and off balance while Ahnix collected the weapon they came for.

  Once she had it, she would send a clear message along their bond, and Roo would log them out. But it was taking too long.

  Mark focused on the tether that connected him to his precious desert queen, waiting for any sign that she had the object when a sizable chunk of her data began to fill her specific healing reservoir.

  “They discovered her!” Vale said, calling out horrible info he already knew.

  A moment later they all felt her desperate plea for a log out. Roo dropped her hand, sucked in a deep breath and mentally slapped the button.

  They fell through space and Mark could see Ahnix was mortally wounded but no matter how hard he tried, he could not activate any of his abilities as they were in transit. After what felt like an eternity they were all back in front of the gnarled tree, where the cat-girl collapsed with a groan.

  Mark dropped to his knees at her side, his eyes immediately finding the charred, bloody hole in her stomach. He activated all his healing abilities, and her back arched from the intensely pleasurable side effects of his Restoration. About 85% of her backup cache had been filled, but between the flash and channeled heal, she was rebuilt in seconds.

  The warm, furry cat-girl sat up and embraced Mark, nuzzling her face into his neck.

  “Did you get it?” Vale asked once she knew her friend was okay.

  Ahnix pulled back from Mark and held out her sleek furred hand. With a subtle nod, the most beautiful, ghostly blue sword he had ever seen materialized above her palm.

  “Boltbreaker,” she said, then locked her dark eyes on Mark as she offered it to him. He took the sword by the hilt and felt its perfectly balanced heft. Its straight blade seemed shorter than he would have expected, but the destructive vibrations the weapon emitted were intense. Ahnix put her sleek furred hand on Mark’s chest before she spoke again. “Now, I require no less than two cocks as my reward.”

  - 23 -

  Mark kept his eyes on his sultry Egyptian goddess as he willed the weapon into his inventory. Vale and Roo sensed their desire for intimacy and found things they needed to do inside the house. Mark found himself alone with his black and gold cat-girl out in the lush grass of their well-protected home system.

  “You know,” he said. “I bet those padded feet of yours must be sore after all that running around.
”

  With a tiny curled smile exposing one of her small fangs, Ahnix laid back into the grass and closed her uniquely patterned eyes. Mark repositioned himself so her sleek-furred feet were in his lap, and he slowly began to work his thumbs into the rubbery black pads on the bottom of her left foot. Taking his time and giving his full attention to one leg at a time, Mark rubbed down his tight-bodied desert queen until she was purring softly. He made sure to gently squeeze out each furry toe and devised an intricately choreographed ritual that ended with him passionately kissing each one. It took time, but not one of her soft, golden digits was left out of his dancing finger performance.

  After he had worked his way up her calves and thick, muscular thighs, she sluggishly helped him peel her tight leather shorts off and then removed his own clothes, tossing them over the tire swing lazily rotating in the fresh, summer breeze. Her pink, perky nipples grew stiff, and rubbing his hands over her perfect exposed body was having the same effect on his penis.

  When he began to massage her breasts, focusing on the muscles underneath and only incidentally touching the cat-girl’s sensitive nipples, her deep relaxed breathing started to quicken. He felt a twinge along their bond and noticed a drop of liquid squeezing out from between her closed furry eyelids and rolling down her cheek.

  He reached out and caught the salty drop on his finger and held it up to his face.

  “What’s this?” he asked, only feeling a deep, soul-shaking satisfaction from within her.

  Ahnix opened her eyes slowly, and he saw her milky second lids slowly reveal her dark irises. She beamed rays of pure love and adoration along their bond.

  “I wonder sometimes what I did to deserve you. Although I have only ever known one other lover, I can’t imagine anyone else being so caring, attentive… selfless.” Another tear grew and streamed down her cheek. “I love you more than I thought... than I believed was possible.”

  Mark answered by wrapping his hand under her jet-black hair and pressing his lips to hers, filling her with as much of his equally thankful passion as he could. They had been through so much together since that moment in the tomb when he laid his eyes on the growling shadow stalking toward him, and he embraced every second since.

  She kissed back slowly at first, trying to find a way to channel her sizzling emotions, but she quickly grew more aggressive. Before long, she reached up, grabbed his waist and his shoulder and rolled with him onto his back. Mark looked up into her feverish, love-soaked eyes. Her razor-cut hair swung forward the way he liked, and he was stunned by her beauty. His stiff dick was currently wedged between Ahnix’s epically solid, furry glutes, and she clenched his shaft between them.

  A moan escaped his lips as the soft vice threatened to pop the head right off his penis. Then she reached down and angled his stiff cock past her asshole and right into her sopping wet, fur-covered pussy. His slick throbbing head pushed apart her lips, grazing the soft follicles there, and then she pressed backward- driving him deeper in her body. Ahnix leaned forward and rubbed her small breasts into his bare chest.

  He wrapped his arms around her tight back and let her consume his cock with her vagina. They writhed like this under the warm, nonexistent sun for a while before Mark’s ecstasy saturated brain remembered she had requested double the dick.

  He closed his eyes and activated his Clone ability. Mark opened his eyes standing up and facing away from the two individuals fucking under the tree behind him. He turned and saw the two perfect globes of Ahnix’s ass rocking up and down on his own stiff cock- and he felt every slippery, hot thrust of her delicious pussy.

  The cat-girl was lost in her own world of pleasure and was actually surprised when Mark straddled Original Mark’s legs behind her. Her rhythm faltered, and she tried to look back at him, but he placed his hand on the back of her head and pushed it down to the real Mark’s chest.

  “Don’t stop,” he said, breathlessly as her furry slit gobbled up his dick again.

  Ahnix laid her head down on his shoulder. Her small, warm tongue came out, and she lazily lapped at his neck while she bounced her hips on his shaft. Her black tail lifted high and out of the way, exposing her spasming pink asshole. Little purring noises came from her chest as she anticipated what was coming.

  With a deep breath, Clone Mark grabbed her round hips and pressed his penis into her tight asshole. She began to bite and suck on his neck as he let her bouncing ass work itself onto his dick. He focused on the minor bit of pain from her fangs while her mind-melting ass and pussy sank onto both his stiff erections. There was no way this was going to last.

  On a whim, he tried using his Stimulate ability as a Clone, but as he expected, nothing happened. Mark gave up on that, and his eyes rolled into his head. His cock was simultaneously filling both of her holes, and he was in heaven.

  Ahnix was also quite satisfied. Clone Mark began to actively fuck her ass from behind, causing a divergence in the stimulation rhythm and amplifying their pleasure. Both of them groaned from the mismatched friction, and Ahnix shivered with total fulfillment.

  Clone Mark set his jaw, squeezed her muscular furry ass and rammed her anus harder, while the cat-girl weakly ground her genitals into Original Mark. She was losing her ability to keep it together.

  As the waves of ecstasy began to stack up on each other, she remained still, her drooling vagina merely clenching on his ridged shaft buried deep inside her. Mark was close to cumming but noticed that he was slapping his balls… with his own balls, and it pulled him out of the moment. But only slightly.

  When the cat-girl reached around and drowsily fondled her furry fingers over both cocks and both balls, Mark could feel the unstoppable geyser of semen passing the point of no return. Ahnix threw her head back and whispered out a tight scream of pleasure as both of her currently stuffed orifices clamped down around his dicks with an intense full-body orgasm.

  When the essence she collected flowed into his prostate, it was over. Mark locked up as a violent orgasm was ripped from his balls. He held on as long as he could, but the second Mark vanished, and he was back inside his original position- his original cock spurting a massive load deep into his cat-girl.

  Ahnix slumped forward, pressing her hard body into him and caught her breath. He reached up and encircled her firm, furry back and whispered into her tall black ear.

  “I hadn’t known what love was until I met you.”

  At that she began to lick his neck and face, purring heavily. They laid there in the lush green grass and enjoyed the still closeness for a long while.

  Eventually, she sat up and looked over at the tall basalt wall protecting their home base from unauthorized logins.

  He could feel her doubts and her fears, and he counted them with confidence and determination. Ahnix turned her exotically patterned eyes on his and took in a deep breath through her small nose. Her half-lidded, resting bitch face was back, and he had never seen anything more beautiful.

  “You go absorb more essence, my Enthralled,” the stunning cat-girl said as she unstraddled him. “I’ll be up on the wall if you need me.”

  Mark watched her collect her leather shorts and tube top before climbing the ramp up to the top of their quantum wall. He could see her tail flick a few times and knew that the rainbow slime was still out there.

  He sighed and went to go hunt down his other two Collectors. He found them both in their library reading books. Roo was sprawled out on the large central table, her boots in the air, while Vale sat coiled behind her on the red carpeted floor.

  “What are you guys reading?” he asked.

  Roo’s book was lying flat on the table, her chin resting on her fists. Her jet-black eyes turned up to his, and a smile that put sunshine to shame lit up her face. Vale lowered the book she was reading and also smiled sweetly when she saw him, her violet eyes dancing with open desire.

  “Hi, Mark!” Roo said, pushing herself up on her elbows just a bit. “I’m reading about Earth history. I wish they hadn’t burned so
many witches.”

  “Uh huh… Me too- I suppose.” He walked in and rested his hands on the table. “What about you, Vale?”

  “I figure someone needs to know the real-world components for an operational space vessel.”

  “Nice. Too bad you couldn’t get everything from the Eros game world,” he said.

  “What’s fascinating,” the giant naga said, flipping her lustrously white hair over her shoulder, “is how closely related science fiction is to science fact. Time and time again, humans imagined something as fantasy, then eventually it became fully realized by science.” She placed the book down on the table and tapped it with her fingers. “To answer your question; I’m also reading history- Specifically, a collection of mission reports from space flight failures.”

  “I love the shit you guys choose to read about.”

  Vale reached her hands down to the back of Roo’s soft thighs as the velvet-girl lounged on the table and turned her vivid eyes on Mark.

  “You didn’t come find us to read, though.”

  Roo laid her masked head on her crossed arms with a little moan as Vale pressed her palms into the taut fabric buns spread before her on the table. A wicked smile grew on Mark’s lips, and he walked around the table to stand next to Vale.

  “No. I came here to make you beautiful ladies cum.” Another moan from the table pulled his eyes down to see Roo’s legs casually spread apart, exposing her amazing pussy and bare ass to anyone walking by. He caught Vale’s eyes and nodded toward the fabric construct.

  “Get that stunning face in between her soft ass cheeks,” he ordered. “I want you to make her pussy nice and slick for me.”

  “Yes, master,” Vale said with a small smile. He watched as the giant naga bent down onto the table and slid up between Roo’s shapely thighs.