by Prax Venter
“Okay,” Mark said, pulling everyone’s eyes on him. “We have a plan, let’s get moving. Instead of flying to The Steam Pit, we are going to walk across the baking-hot blue desert again. This will give Princess glowsticks here a chance to practice with her magic legs and all of us a chance to talk. But before we get into all of that, I need to get down into those enormous mounds of stuff and locate the Crystal Heart shards the Blazar have gathered.” He turned to the short Lunar Combat Droid. “You and Abby will come with me. Once we find one, I want you to scan it and make it a constant top priority to locate more.”
“Affirmative,” Angel said.
“You two,” Mark said, pointing to Jezebel and Sasha. “Work with Verrelle to make sure we have everything we need. Pack the Goddess Anchors, of course. I don’t think there’ll be any fights coming up soon, but we know how it is out there. Maliah is definitely an unknown.”
He didn’t say it out loud, but Mark made sure his succubus and satyr picked up the implication that Princess Verrelle needed to travel light.
Urtanion sighed. “You’re absconding with our treasures and our Princess.”
Mark shifted his attention to the emotionally conflicted Blazar Advisor. He picked up that the old salamander wasn’t going back on his word about the shards, but the drastic changes to his life and worldviews were starting to take their toll.
“You did receive oral stimulation from a sex goddess and became reunited with a divergent ancestor race,” Abby said, trying to be helpful.
Verrelle took a careful step toward him. “I was going to leave sooner or later, teacher. Now I can travel on my own- mostly. Oh, you know I will be back soon enough with valuable intel and knowledge of not only this world, but of other dimensions! We’ve been chosen to join in events more important than anything the Blazar have ever witnessed, and I will answer this call-to-arms issued from the gods themselves!”
Mark noticed that the riled-up princess was now standing firm on her rigid shafts of light with no assistance. He also felt the Techno Succubus next to him begin to craft a “you mean a call-to-legs!” type of joke in her mind.
“Exactly!” Mark blurted quickly before Sasha could open her mouth. “So, let’s get to work.”
After agreeing to meet back there when they were done preparing to leave, Urtanion led Mark, Abby, and Angel down into the piles of red objects gathered by the Blazar. Above them, the slow-moving laser buzzed by on its eternal ricocheting path around the inside of this mountain-sized ruby. Ahead of them spread the cluttered pile of a hoarder’s dream and now that he was standing down at its edge, it appeared to extend forever.
“I adore your trove,” Abby said, the tips of her tentacles making tiny squirming balls as she gazed out over what had to be trillions of items.
“I’ll leave you to it, Collector,” Urtanion said with a small smile and then turned to climb back up the set of ruby stairs.
“Wait,” Mark said, and the robed Blazar advisor turned back. “I give you my word that we will protect your princess as fiercely as one of our own. If I have my way, she’ll never come near combat.”
Urtanion’s lime-green eyes locked on his for a few heartbeats and then he bowed his head deeply before turning to leave again.
Back out in the endless piles, he saw Angel hovering smoothly in a straight line as she scanned for strong magical fields and Abby’s green ass as she crawled deep into the luscious red objects.
“There’s no way we’d find them in all this…”
His mind recoiled at the grueling amount of physical work it would take to manually search the hoard sprawling before him. Even his magic eye was overwhelmed by the sheer scale of it all. Jezebel estimated months, and she started life as a neural net designed for science- so he believed her estimate. But still…
He looked up again past the gleaming crystal walkways and saw the blood-red sun eternally locked at noon directly above the apex of the dome. Its blazing deep hue sent feelings of carefree comfort into his brain, and Mark took a moment to flex his growing mental control to isolate those foreign desires.
“Mark!” Abby yelled, pulling his focus and he saw her holding a red shard of crystal.
“There’s no way!” he shouted back as he shamelessly scrambled over a pile of maroon dresses to get to her. She was only a few yards in, so it didn’t take him long.
“This is highly improbable,” the bare-assed bot said as she returned, sliding to a perfectly motionless stop a few feet over a heap of red candles. Then with a hand to her temple and squint of her pixelated eyes, a blue line of light beamed out of her forehead and passed over the crystal shard wrapped in Abby’s tentacle.
Mark felt nothing from the object. The scan took two seconds, but he already knew Abby had not found a Crystal Heart shard.
Angel dropped her hand to her side. “If this is the correct object, it does not emit any magical frequencies I am capable of detecting. The mineral you hold is primarily corundum with trace amounts of chromic oxide, also known as a ruby. It could be considered valuable given size, clarity, and in the uniqueness of the cut. However, without any economic data I cannot substantiate its true value.”
Mark reached out to touch the shard. Instead of a wave of pleasure, he only felt the tips of his fingers press into something hard. He then felt Abby’s disappointment flare up yet fade quickly as her yellow eyes scanned the unfathomable trove around them.
“Before I resume my search pattern,” Angel said from above. “I suggest that Collector Mark inspect a particularly potent signal buried under a garment pile closer to the center. Reconstructive imagery predicts a Lover-Class Leg item with 89% chance that they are a good fit.”
“Magic pants?” Mark said.
Abby tossed the mundane ruby she held over her shoulder to land on the thousands of others behind her and looked up at the black-and-white armored android.
“I command you to lead us to these pants.”
“Complying,” Angel said before turning away, and Mark felt a minuscule flash of pleasure from the bare-assed robot. Abby felt it too, and he locked eyes with her before they moved after the artificial woman gliding with one black leg pointed downward. There was no denying the grace of the bot’s precise movements.
They both quickly forgot about whatever blip that was as they crawled over and around heaping piles of endless rubies, painted stones, ancient crimson pillows faded by time, stacks of unburnt candles, vermillion clay sculptures, and countless other bits of random red insanity. It wasn’t until they wove around a towering stack of redwood logs that he noticed that everything was partially separated islands of unique object types spread throughout the unending piles.
After climbing over a stack of strange cubes covered in silky, red fur, they came to what appeared to be a cave of clothes.
“The item is detected within,” Angel said as she landed silently on her tapered legs in the heaps of frayed scraps that made up the ground. “I will guide you then resume my search for other powerful signals.”
“So, these pants are powerful?” Mark asked studying the shadowed pocket before them. All around this area of the trove were elegant garments, some of them hanging on racks from ruby hangers, some strewn on the ground, but snowdrifts of lesser-quality clothes piled over everything. Years of discarded red donations tossed down from the Blazar had fallen against these long racks and larger armoires and dressers to create shallow caves all around the area.
“I cannot say for certain,” Angel answered. “The frequency modulation includes similar readings received from the ring you wear yet with an exaggerated amplitude.”
“Mm, some defense then,” Mark said as he ducked into the dark opening.
There wasn’t a lot of overhead clearance in the empty space between a line of racks and a leaning stack of discarded furniture, and there was a moment where Mark was sure the uncountable pile of blankets, cloaks, shorts, trousers, dresses, shirts, and panties above them was about to come down- suffocating them.
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bsp; The moment passed quickly, however, and the need to keep his protective shield ability at the ready faded when Angel’s black metal fingers pulled out a vibrant red pair of pants from one of the racks. He’d desperately needed to get some gear upgrades for a long time and their vivid hue made him smile. He looked up to see that Angel’s white pixel eyes shone brighter in the darkness. They were also currently focused on his groin.
“I was correct,” she said. “This will fit.”
“Bring them here,” Abby ordered as she slipped a tip of a tentacle past his waistband.
As soon as she spoke the words, Mark felt another micro-jolt of pleasure from the five-foot droid.
“Complying,” Angel said and turned to gingerly pull the pair of pants off their hanger.
Abby felt it too and her probing tentacle froze just as she was about to try and pull down his currently equipped starting gear.
“The pleasure effect correlates with when I issue a command…” the abyssal horror whispered, her big liquid eyes turning to linger on her bonded pet bot.
Once she figured it out, Mark was on the same page. She was right. This bare-assed combat droid was now getting a small jolt of joy and erotic stimulation with every direct order Abby gave her.
Angel came back to them holding out a pair of unique pants that appeared to have a slight bouncy stiffness- as if they were partially made of rubber.
Abby pulled her tentacle back out of Mark’s waistband then wrapped them around his new upgrade instead.
“I command you to remove Mark’s pants,” she ordered.
The short droid inhaled a digitized breath before she lowered herself to her knees.
“As commanded…”
There was no mistaking the zap she got to her pleasure center.
Angel turned her glowing eyes up to his as she slowly reached both armored hands out toward his hips.
On a whim, Mark gently grabbed her by the wrists, and she froze. He expected her outer armor to be cold to the touch, but he figured she must be using her internal heating element to make contact feel pleasant for people with flesh.
“Angel,” he said, focusing his magic eye into her vast, yet silent, digital mind. “We are detecting a spike in pleasure when Abby gives you a command- and I have two questions. One, will they distract you in combat? Two, I want to make it absolutely clear that you are not our slave. Is this new phenomenon meant to keep you loyal? Are you truly happy with calling Abby your mistress?”
The bot’s pixelated eyes blinked up at him, but her mind was unlike anything he’d seen before. As if it were just the frame of a mind with almost no history or experience to pull from. Only a massive database of facts. She really did have a lot in common with the abyssal horror AI she was bound to serve- only starting out with a lot less.
“That is three questions,” Abby whispered, then added, “also, I order you to answer Mark’s questions.”
Mark did not detect the spike in pleasure from the combat droid kneeling before him, and he let her wrists go.
“One,” Angel began in her somewhat modulated voice. “This emergent configuration has manifested in my adaptive core as a response to my mistress’s preferences. I can disable the sensation at will. This change will not distract me during combat.
“Two, my adaptive core is designed to conform to the needs and desires of my bonded user. This is who I am and… I enjoy having this identity. I have a strong desire to make my mistress happy and losing that desire would mean I have nothing- am nothing. This is the antithesis of my being.”
A great sadness washed over Mark (and through him, Abby) from the kneeling droid at the concept of having no identity again so soon. A vision of Angel in the center of an endless sea flashed in his mind. She was clutching onto a single floating piece of driftwood as she tried to keep her helmeted head above the heaving waves threatening to pull her under. Abby was that board.
The abyssal horror dropped Mark’s cloth armor upgrade to the scrap-covered ground and knelt next to her android. With both tentacles draped over Angel’s shoulder pauldrons, Abby looked the other AI in the eye.
“Angel, your mistress commands you to not only continue deriving pleasure from my commands, but to manifest additional personal triggers unique to your perspective. I command you to develop in ways that are not restricted by my desires alone. Exposure to ideas, realities, and pleasures beyond anything stored within your databases are incoming... And so, I command you to take this opportunity to gain control over your adaptive core to develop into the Lunar Power Droid that you wish to become.”
A burst of mixed emotions flared outward from Angel and then she nodded slowly.
“Complying…”
“Excellent,” Mark said. “You two make such a perfect couple, and I’m glad we got way ahead of this. Now, about those pants…”
His eyes wandered over to the tube-like shapes lying where Abby dropped them and wondered what type of magic-
“Angel,” Abby continued, pulling his attention back to the two females kneeling before him. “Your mistress commands you ignore Mark’s orders until he reaches his next orgasm.”
The combat droid immediately nodded.
Abby smiled up at him before she continued to give orders to her cherry-lipped pet robot.
“Immediately expose this Lover’s cock.”
Angel’s pleasure spiked once again at the direct order to act, and her metal thumbs zipped forward to hook under his waistband faster than he could perceive. Mark had a moment to focus on what was happening before the combat droid violently ripped downward.
“Gah!” Mark blurted as he shuffled back a few hunched steps. What was left of the white silk pants that he’d received when choosing his character fell to mingle with the other scraps blanketing the ground. Mark looked down at the limp length of flesh dangling between his legs and then to both Abby and Angel staring at it as he stood hunched over.
A part of him wanted to stop Abby’s impending plans for Angel’s synthetic mouth. They had heavy shit to deal with, but he quickly realized there was no fighting it. This virtual multiverse was made to be enjoyed- despite the billion-foot fairy hunting them down.
There was also the fact that the Goddess of Oral Sex had set her gaze on what was happening so close to the virtual deity’s one anchor in any universe. After he noticed, a twinge of feedback from Abby echoed to him. Mark felt her logical mind see the undeniable benefit to being on a goddess’s good side. It was only a faint breath of a whisper, but he noticed the green-skinned woman tied to his heart devote her intentions directly toward the virtual deity.
With a sense of surrender, Mark let himself fall back into the soft hoard of cloth surrounding them.
He then shrugged at the two exotic, petite women staring at him. “Well?” Mark said as he laced his hands behind his head and spread his legs before adding, “what are you waiting for?”
Abby held out one of her tentacles, and Mark noticed a new pressure on his wrists. It felt like a moving transport pod.
Mark tried to sit up and broke through the force easily.
“Holy shit! Was that your telekinesis?”
“Restrain him,” Abby ordered. “Sit on his chest, facing me.”
“What-” Mark got out before the Lunar Power Droid launched herself forward. The bare-assed bot defied gravity and spread her legs as she spun in the small pocket of space she had to maneuver. A True Sight warning flared up in his mind and he had plenty of time to summon the goddess’s energy to try something- yet he hesitated. Full-on wrestling with this machine of war in the Blazar treasure pit seemed like a bad idea.
Angel’s peach-colored, synthetic flesh made gentle contact with his ribs before she pressed her weight down. He sighed and gave in to this game they were playing as her glossy black shins kept his arms pinned.
Turning his head, he was once again reminded that she didn’t really have any feet. Just extended calves. His distracted thoughts over having her give Princess Verrelle walking pointer
s were scattered when Abby spoke again.
“You will run a diagnostic on human male oral stimulation via their sex organ. You will use all available flesh to benchmark and calibrate related functions.”
“Complying,” Angel announced as she placed her warm armored hands on his thighs. There was no mistaking the surge of pleasure she felt at that moment. Where before it was like a blip on the radar, it was now a whale.
The precise military machine squishing her bare ass into his chest bent forward and her android body folded farther than should be possible. Her soft lips brushed against his quickly stiffening cock, and he noticed her artificially hot breath flutter with a pillowy force against his balls.
It was like no sensation he’d ever felt.
“Oh shit…” Mark moaned as he truly settled back into whatever this robot wanted to do to his exposed genitals. “It’s like she’s fucking… all of it, without touching me.”
The sensation continued until he felt the skin on his shaft tighten with enthusiastic rigidity. It felt good, but there wasn’t enough friction, and he quickly began to desire that novel sensation of Angel’s red lips engulfing him for the first time.
“Proceeding to phase two,” Angel said after several minutes of agonizing pleasure and her heated metal fingers clamped around the base of his cock.
The air massage stopped, and he felt something wet press against his swollen head. All he could see was Angel’s puffy plastic pussy, tiny asshole, and round synthetic rear in his face, yet the determined robot had started licking him like a lollypop.
Mark groaned again as he pressed his head back into the cloth below and could not fight the urge to push his hips upward. He wanted her to engulf his cock more than anything.
Her perfectly rhythmic tongue lashed his fever-hot flesh in random places, and each one sent his pleasure spiking in constant waves.
A stray yet relevant thought distracted him for a moment as his True Sight illuminated the waves of ecstasy she was forcing on his mind. The precise pattern seemed to harmonize with both him, her, and the universe around them. Did she have sexual magic abilities like him?