System Ascension

by Prax Venter

  “Mmmm…” Roo moaned and spread her legs wide, allowing Vale ample access. The giant naga massaged her soft lips with her long tongue. Mark got up close and watched as Vale’s perfect face nuzzled in the velvet-girl’s rear, her nose just above Roo’s pucker of an asshole.

  Mark slid his hand up the giant naga’s muscular back and under her thick white hair. He abruptly gathered a fistful and pulled it upward, forcing Vale’s nose into Roo’s anus.

  Vale moaned in her velvet vagina, and then Mark said, “I want you to really worship her perfect ass while I get on the floor and work over your pussy meat.”

  He heard the giant naga make a weak “mmhmm,” noise into Roo’s ass, and he let go of her fistful of hair. Before anything else, he pulled Vale’s metal skirt down the length of her tail while she feasted on the velvet-girl’s nether regions.

  After Vale’s massive vagina was exposed, he crawled under the table and came face to face with her fleshy folds. Mark reached up carefully and pulled her substantial outer labia apart. With her initial dampness, he was able to smooth the moist, wrinkled lips out to remain spread open against her smooth flesh.

  Her inner labia quivered as her bulbous clitoris began to swell from his attention and her face nestled between Roo’s curved cheeks. He reached up and stared to tug and massage her smaller set of lips with strong forceful hands, and a moan escaped the giant naga’s busy mouth up on the table.

  Vale’s sensitive flesh was warm and soft, and Mark kneaded her lips like he was preparing a pile of bread dough for the oven. Her clitoris grew stiff and solid while he tugged and caressed her massive pussy, but he left her taut bundle of nerves untouched for now.

  She was dribbling wetness onto the rug below, and Mark decided to plug that dam. He pressed one of his fingers in just enough to feel her warmth on the tip and then he massaged around the inside of her hole. His finger was barely inside her vagina, but he could feel the intense teasing pleasure he was inflicting on the giant naga. Her massive snake body tried pushing forward in an attempt to force his finger in deeper, but the table above his head was in the way. He taunted her like this for a while until he could feel burning desire for his cock reach unbearable levels. His own throbbing rod echoed her desire quite loudly.

  Mark slapped her clit once, and Vale let out a sharp groaning whimper into Roo’s velvet ass. He crawled out from under the table and stood next to his giant naga bent over the table. Her wide serpent ass rocked back and forth against the table as she squirmed with desire. Mark pulled back and slapped her ass with a crack, much like he did when he had first met her, chained up in the slug kingdom. This time he rubbed his warm hand over the place he spanked her. He continued this a few more times, slapping her huge, firm ass and then rubbing the slight sting away with a gentle, attentive caress. Every time he struck her curved bottom, Vale’s elfish face would flinch deeper into Roo’s rear end. Mark had brought the giant naga to a state of trembling desire so intense she was almost crying.

  “Vale,” he began. “I want you to stick your tongue up her ass and then carry her out to our bed in the main room.”

  Roo had her head down and was just enjoying the expert pussy licking when she heard Mark’s order. She groggily lifted her head, and he could tell she thought about protesting, but in her own aroused state… she was down for some talented naga tongue deep in her asshole.

  “Esh mshter,” Vale said, pulling back just enough to speak.

  The giant naga slid her strong arms under Roo’s legs and cupped her soft breasts over her leather corset, then wiggled her wet tongue into the velvet-girl’s tight asshole.

  “Oh! Wow!” Roo said, getting up on her elbows. Vale didn’t give her friend a chance to say more and lifted her up with her strong back. Mark watched as the giant naga slowly slithered out of the library with Roo held horizontal in front of her face.

  The velvet-girl’s limbs just hung limply as she gave in to the adventure Mark was ordering Vale to take her on. He slapped the pebbled scales of her round bottom a few times as they moved, and Roo’s tongue-reamed ass felt every jolt.

  “Wait,” Mark said, making Vale hold Roo level while he stripped naked and laid down on the bed, his hands behind his head again.

  “Vale, pull that tongue of yours out of Roo’s ass and place her pussy down right over my stiff cock.” His giant naga complied. The supple female fabric construct was light, and Vale was strong, so detailed manipulation of her soft body was easy to accomplish.

  The giant naga bent her arms at her elbows- bringing her vertical, and Roo lifted her leather skirt as she was lowered, pussy-first, onto Mark’s cock.

  Both Roo and Mark felt the sharply pleasurable tingle spread through their abdomen as the velvet-girl’s sopping wet folds sloshed over Mark’s reinforced steel tower of a cock. Roo’s soft thighs rubbed his as she slid them backward, and she ended up on her knees, straddling his pelvis.

  “Now,” Mark said, then inhaled sharply as Roo began grinding her velvet pussy into his penis. “…Now, bring that beautiful face up here, Vale.”

  “Yes, m-master,” Vale’s eyes were laden with lust, but he wanted that hot naga meat to simmer for just a bit more.

  “Use your tail… grab Roo tight, and use her to fuck me.”

  Mark’s instructions washed over them both, and a warm smile spread across Roo’s big lips. The velvet-girl raised her arms over her head and black eyes twinkled as the giant naga encircled her chest and stomach with a few muscular coils.

  Vale lifted and lowered Roo up and down over Mark’s rigid erection while they both remained motionless, and it was amazing. Roo just let go of everything and became the lifeless doll that inspired her form.

  “Harder,” Mark said as he used his hand on Vale’s cheek to pull her face onto his. Their lips made contact, and he poked his tongue out slightly into her mouth. He licked Roo’s sweet drippings off Vale’s dark lips, while the giant naga aggressively ground the fabric construct into his cock.

  Like an industrial machine, Roo’s body was made to repeatedly encase his dick, and she was sent to a whole new level of ecstasy. Mark had a feeling she would enjoy being used by Vale like this- after all, he had been there a few times himself. There was a potent erotic peacefulness that accompanied being forced to fuck someone you desired.

  Electric friction warmed both of their sex organs, and Mark was reminded yet again how unique her wet fabric pussy felt clenching on his bare cock.

  Roo’s head lolled to the side as little whimpers squeaked out of her with every powerful thrust, her lilac hair grazing Vale’s strong tail. Mark could tell she was dangerously close. In preparation for what was to come, he took hold of Vale’s right nipple ring with his left hand and looked her deep in her stunning violet eyes.

  “Thank you, Vale,” he said just as Roo’s stored essence exploded on his dick. Mark yanked hard on her black nipple flesh while the velvet-girl jerked and spasmed in the giant naga’s firm grip.

  Vale knew they were reaching the climax so instead of slowing down, she sped up and really slammed Roo down on his dick.

  Mark’s eyes almost bulged out of his head from both the essence transfer and from the velvet-girl’s throbbing fabric vagina wrapped around his cock. In the back of his mind, he was only vaguely aware that his Retaliate ability lit up with an available target.

  If he wasn’t getting his mind blown out the back of his head by logically implausible ecstasy he might have been worried someone was getting hurt, but his instinct took over, and he activated the ability.

  “OohAHH!” Vale screamed into his ear as he filled Roo with his sperm. She continued to scream as a brilliant, blinding light exploded from her swollen, oversized clit.

  Mark and Roo were shocked out of their orgasmic euphoria by the intensely mixed emotions wailing out of the giant naga’s mind. The coils wrapped around Roo became slack as Vale began convulsing, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

  Looking down, Mark saw that her pussy and both nippl
es were glowing like the sun, and internally, Vale was screaming her head off. He quickly tapped into their bond to get a clear picture of what was happening.

  Pleasure. Pure, terrible pleasure fried her mind and she was both euphorically riding the waves of a vast ocean of ecstasy, and afraid of drowning in the violent, erotic energies. The giant naga’s muscle spasms weakened long enough for her to let out the loudest, most intense cry of elation he had ever heard anyone make. A moment later Mark was assaulted by another rush of essence from his third Collector and was forced to shoot a second load deep into Roo. He gripped the fabric construct’s hips and lifted her into the air with his pelvis as he fought his own battle to stay conscious under the pure erotic bliss.

  Ahnix burst through the doors and came to a stop, looking down at the writhing giant naga. Her glowing sexual nerve endings began to finally dim, and Vale sucked in a shaky breath.

  “What did you do to her?” the cat-girl asked.

  “Well…” Mark began, shaking off his own double orgasm. “She was fucking me with Roo, you see. And I think I used Retaliate on her after she made me cum, hard.”

  “You can do that?” Roo said, still engulfing his sensitive cock with her hot pussy.

  Mark shrugged.

  “Mmm…” Vale murmured. “Who’d… I mean-” she laughed then, and her normally melodious, refined chuckles held a tinge of madness.

  Mark let go of her nipple ring, and the giant naga flinched, her heavy breasts bouncing. “No-no-no-no…no. So sensitive. You… hit me hard, Mark.”

  Roo slowly turned her pure black eyes down on his and sighed contently.

  “He’s the greatest, isn’t he?”

  - 24 -

  When Mark activated the magnifying glass with the fox ears, there was a part of him that just knew that they were walking into a trap. This little voice insisted that Jinxsearch was going to betray him. But since that part was in the minority, Mark trusted his instincts and was rewarded with honesty. Almost immediately after they had arrived among the dimly lit shelves filled with cardboard boxes, the familiar orange-and-black fox wearing a leather jacket phased into existence.

  Mark and his girls got into defensive positions- just in case.

  “Back so soon?” he said, crossing his arms. “This is either really bad or you guys are badass.”

  Mark said nothing as he pulled up his translucent inventory display and grabbed ‘BOLTBREAKER_v0.02.exe’. With a hint of a smirk, Mark offered the glowing phantom sword to a slack-jawed Jinxsearch.

  “Author of code…” he swore under his breath, then locked his yellow eyes on Mark. “The deal is for a single backdoor access code for Coventry, a stronghold of Triple-zero. Agreed?”

  Mark wondered just how powerful, and valuable, this sword was. A deal’s a deal, yet there was something about the way the fox phrased the question.

  “Single?” Mark asked. “How many different codes do you have?”

  Jinxsearch was a master tradesman, but Mark saw the fox’s yellow irises widen a hair’s breadth. “Tell you what,” Mark said quickly, throwing an earlier line back at their host. “I know you are an honest trader. I applaud and respect that. If I say the deal is for your deepest, most strategically advantageous access code, I’ll know you aren’t going to feed us bullshit.”

  The fox’s furry lids came down and considered Mark carefully.

  “What an irregular bunch of lunatics you are… I’ll give you the code, Mark. But if any of you get infected, that’s on you. And if the SO catch you with this, I know you won’t roll on me. You look like an honest bunch of asskickers.”

  “Agreed,” Mark said, extending the weapon farther.

  The fox took the sword, and it dissipated into his digital possession. A flick of his paw and the black-market information trader came back with a rainbow-hued key. Golden motes of weightless glitter followed the key as it moved, and Mark heard Roo suck in a breath over her puffy lips.

  “This is it,” he said. “This will get you straight into the datacenter.”

  Mark reached out and collected the key into his inventory. “A pleasure, Jinxy.”

  “Okay, Marky,” the fox man waved a paw in the air. “Don’t forget to come back to Jinxsearch Double-oh-Five for all your dark info needs,” he announced before fading from sight and leaving Mark and his girls alone.

  “Take us home, Roo,” he said.

  When they arrived back at their gnarled tree, Mark turned to take them all in. Both he and Roo unlocked new abilities from the latest round of essence transfer. Mark got Combine or Concatenate and couldn’t figure out how it worked. His girls seemed to believe that was a good thing as the general consensus on the net was that concatenation was potentially irreversible and could lead to them merging into one entity forever.

  Mark stopped trying after that and was a little bummed by his new superpower.

  Roo, on the other hand, had received Recall, also known as Force Quit. They had yet to field test it, but the working theory was that she could no longer be locked out from a log out. As he passed his eyes over their intoxicating forms, he became aware they were all waiting for him.

  “Well, let’s see if we got what we paid for,” he said, pulling up his inventory. He wanted to save the address, and on a whim, he waved the key over to the login device lodged in their tree. The key vanished, and when Mark searched, two entry points came up.

  ‘System Entrance’ and ‘port -Xm0277’.

  Mark closed his eyes and activated his Clone. They already wasted enough time to get here, and he was anxious to scout out their new backdoor into the Triple-Zero.

  He fell through space until the white void engulfed his vision. When Mark could see again, the first thing he saw was an impossibly large cylindrical tank of the hypnotic sparkling ooze. He took a few steps backward, unable to pull his eyes off the pulsating tower of beautiful slime, but when his foot found only empty air behind him, he almost plummeted off the metal grate walkway. Marks eyes shifted to the dark curved surface hundreds of feet below and found his balance.

  He was standing on a massive circular platform that ran around the tank full of virus. Countless glass tubes filled with the rainbow slime pumped outward into the grimy metal walls just barely visible out in the darkness and gave him the impression he was inside an enormous sphere. What light there was came from open channels of flowing lava, or maybe molten metal, and unlike the tubes of slime, the glowing orange liquid was flowing into the tank. The same smell of hot garbage that he remembered from his first attempt at scouting permeated everything. He held still, exposed out on the suspended catwalk, but nothing attacked him. He searched carefully but didn’t see anyone around.

  Mark followed the walkway around and tried to make as little noise as possible, but his boots sent faint echoes around the expansive chamber. As his mind thought of a way to try and blow up whatever was happening here, he noticed that there was a single suspended metal bridge that led into the wall of the round cavernous chamber. From the angle he was approaching, he could only see a small part, but the area looked relatively well-lit and clean.

  He moved toward the bridge slowly, thinking that if there were someone (or something) in there, they would have plenty of time to see him as he crossed over to the edge of the sphere. There didn’t seem to be anywhere else to go, so Mark stepped off the central ring around the tank and tried to see into the pure white, well-lit area while he cautiously walked forward.

  Before he could get a good look, a deafening screech echoed from above as plates in the ceiling moved like an iris and were in the process of opening a hole above the tank.

  Mark needed to do a good scouting job this time, so letting his primal flight response take over was easy. He sprinted down the bridge and tried to hide from whatever terrible madness he assumed would be entering the chamber from above.

  As he made it safely out of the massive metal sphere, he heard strange plopping noises behind him and spun to see what was happening.

 
Tons of garbage was falling from the gray sky beyond and right into the skyscraper-sized tank of rainbow-hued slime. Mark was able to pick out a few transport pods and broken drones among the bags of garbage, but not all of it made it into the tank. Some of the downpouring trash bounced off the walkway he had recently been creeping along and tumbled down to collect in the darkness of the sphere below.

  Shaking his head, wondering just what the fuck was going on in here, Mark turned to face the relatively bare room behind him. There was a single interface terminal raising out of the floor in the center and another hallway beyond that was dimly lit.

  He skirted the terminal and continued scouting. So far, he was forming a plan that involved supercharging Roo’s Firebolt ability and repeatedly blowing holes in everything. That was until he walked into the hallway beyond the room with the terminal.

  Mark’s mind reeled at what he saw, and his mouth hung open in absolute shock. On one side were people contained in large glass tubes. There were dozens of them- kids, teenagers, adults. Some were standing and just idly looking around, while others seemed to be fighting enemies only they could see. But what really sent his virtual heart pounding was what was on the other side… or rather who.

  “Mark,” Ahnix said in his ear. “Are you okay?”

  He canceled his Clone and inhaled a sharp breath back with his girls in their sunny front yard.

  “What did you see?” Vale said, concern in her voice. They could all feel that he witnessed something that really shook him up. Mark’s eyes sought Ahnix’s exotic eyes and held them there while his mind processed what he saw.

  “Well… there is a giant tank of Triple-zero in the middle of a garbage dump or something. There is a bridge that leads to a room with a data terminal… Beyond that room is a long hallway with people trapped in tubes and experiencing some type of virtual reality. Humans on one side and hundreds of Ahnixes on the other.”

  The cat-girl in front of him blinked, and her tail hung limply between her legs.

  “Did you say hundreds of me?”