by Prax Venter
Mark couldn’t help but chuckle at her attempt at casual swearing.
“This land… is floating?” Learis said, squeezing the metallic guard rail between her white furry fists. “There’s nothing down there!”
“And your whole world is several floating chunks,” Sasha said with a shrug. “Have you never been to one of the edges yet? We flew over a gap before. Windy.”
“What’s keeping us up?” the huge-chested Lagomorph asked, her tan eyes bouncing between Mark and Sasha.
“Eh, magic?” he said then waved back toward the stairs. “Let’s go. First, we stop this building from spawning deadly creatures, then we fuck around.”
The group moved back up to the ground level and then straight to the stairs that went to the next floor up. As they passed the controls again, Mark felt a flash of joy from the Lunar Power Droid. Not knowing this meant that the fragments she did have gave her more edges to logically categorize everything. Her beautifully ordered mind reminded Mark of a sudoku puzzle.
They rounded the next floor and it appeared to be the same fourteen-foot height of the previous floor, but it gave him more of a storage-level vibe. Lizard man samurai spawned in at their presence once more, yet only came one at a time. There wouldn’t have been room for more to swing their swords with the limited space between massive metallic boxes and empty shelves anyway. Now that they knew what to expect, the group took it nice and slow letting Angel, Amina, and Sasha establish a rhythm of death dealing.
“Do you think there’s anything in these?” Mark said, running his hand over one of the storage cubes near the stairs up to the third level. His True Sight wasn’t telling him anything useful.
“Food maybe?” Learis said.
Abby shook her head. “If this structure existed before the Cataclysm, anything edible would be dust by now. Maybe riches, relics of power, or technological wonders…” She spun on Angel and rubbed one of her tentacles between her peach-colored pussy lips. “Your mistress would be very pleased if you could open one.”
“Complying,” the bare-assed bot said breathlessly then moved to rip the lid off one with her armored hands. It didn’t come off easy, and Mark heard some normally dormant engine whine within her chest as she attempted to ramp up the raw strength required to succeed.
It only took a few seconds before the box gave in and Angel was able to pull apart one of the sides, but during this time, he caught eyes with Amina and unintentionally felt the gnawing hunger she would never complain about. It got his own stomach growing. With so much crazy shit going on, they never could find the time to stop and eat full meals.
He grimaced at the thought of sitting down at a Lagomorph restaurant and being served a plate of grass.
“Empty,” Abby reported, her tentacles hanging limply at her sides.
“I am sorry my-” was all Angel got out before her red lips were occupied with her mistress’s slow passionate kiss.
“Oh!” Sasha said, looping her arm through Mark’s. “Are we all fucking now? I call my Collector.”
He looked over to the odd-ones-out, Learis and Amina, and felt the bunny-girl’s anxiety shoot though the roof.
“No, no,” Mark said with a light chuckle. “Break it up, you two, we’re kind of in the middle of something here. Abby, you can play with your sexy toy later.”
The abyssal horror pulled her lips from Angel and a small strand of saliva remained connected before it dripped onto her chin.
“Delicious,” she said, wiping her dark-green lips with the length of one of her tentacles.
“Take us up,” Mark ordered, and Angel let out an electronic sigh.
“Yes, Commander.”
Sasha remained intimately close to Mark as they all moved toward the stairs to the next floor, but she felt the seriousness ebbing from his mind and reluctantly disengaged herself as they climbed to take her position next to Amina.
“How many damn floors are there?” the Techno Succubus asked with a snap of her tail.
“I think one more,” Learis answered from Mark’s side. “Then after that, the top.”
“I concur,” Angel said from the front. “Measurements from outside and from previous floor heights support this.”
Like the first floor, the third floor was mostly empty, except this time there were no controls or terminals of any kind along the back wall. Only the curved stairs they were exiting and a set of curved stairs on the opposite wall going up.
“Well, this is a piece of cake,” Sasha said as she clomped ahead of the group into the middle of the floor. “We can get to fucking around that much sooner.”
As soon as she finished speaking, a lizardman samurai three times the size they’d faced before materialized behind her, and if she hadn’t had a direct link to his mind, she might have been cleaved in two by the creature’s immense katana.
Instead, her blue eyes went wide then she activated Static Escape and the samurai got a nasty jolt instead from the electric Sasha sculpture she left behind.
The floor shook from the force of the blade and the hollow din made issuing commands difficult, but Mark screamed them out anyway.
“Angel!” he pointed at its face. “Distract it. Amina, Learis, get back, now!”
Everyone moved as one as Abby stepped forward with him, reading his intent.
The bare-assed bot launched herself upward with one fist out as she went for its eyes while Mark tossed up a magic dome around himself and his high-damage spellcaster.
As Abby began whispering the unintelligible words that formed her devastating ranged attack, Mark once again turned to the black reflective surface in his mind toward his arcane abyssal horror. This was the second time he was copying Imaginary Lacerations and found it easier to grab this time.
The giant armored warrior before them recovered in time to backhand the bot with such force that Angel was tossed like a doll into one of the walls just as Abby severed the arm holding his sword.
The whole thing came clattering down like a ghastly felled tree and the lizardman hissed into the air as he rushed forward. The tower boss kicked at the shield with his massive, armored boot and cracks began to form in his dome.
Mark ignored its thrashing and focused on finishing his copied spell, lopping off the foot trying to stomp through his magic barrier.
The creature fell backward, hissing into the air, but it wasn’t dead yet.
“Amina, Sasha!” He pointed. “Finish it!”
After the command was issued, both Mark and Abby sprinted over to Angel still lying crumpled on the floor.
A sickness washed over him when he saw that her peach flesh parts were horribly mangled. Parts of her complex inner components were exposed, leaking purple and white fluids, and he felt her terror wash over him through her flickering pixelated eyes.
Not all of Angel was indestructible, apparently.
“I can fix this,” he whispered and then closed his eyes to concentrate.
She wasn’t biological and his normal Heal couldn’t find a lock, but Mark was not a novice when it came to reverting non-living parts of this virtual world.
He’d only been with this obedient Lunar Combat Droid for a few days, but she was undoubtedly a part of his team and losing her now would be devastating to him. And it would be world-breaking for Abby. She felt this and pressed her small breasts into his back, nuzzled her face into his neck, and wrapped her tentacles around his chest.
Her embrace and avalanche of will to restore her pet robot washed over Mark, and he in turn used her as a buffer to start getting to work on the very fabric of reality.
As before, he wore Abby like a mental welding mask, and was able to dive into that searing static chaos of light through their bond without the distraction of losing his mind. With careful attention and a firm grasp on what her peach of an ass and flat abdomen looked like before, Mark rebuilt Angel’s midsection with his mind in the matter of moments.
“Astounding,” Learis said from behind when his consciousness shifted
back to its normal state of operation. “Is there anything you can’t do?”
Angel’s pixelated eyes looked down to see that her crotch and stomach were exactly as they had been before the giant samurai had swatted her like a fly.
“Thank you,” she said, her black metal hand reaching out to rest on his.
“We will both thank our Commander later,” Abby whispered in his ear.
“Excuse me?” Sasha said with a crack of her tail. “I want in this time, too. We’ll make it a four-way.”
Mark shook his head, took Angel’s warm gauntlet, and helped her to her tapered legs.
“Feel okay?” he said, one eyebrow raised. “Everything back where it belongs?”
The short bot nodded her reflective helmeted head. “I am functioning well within normal operating parameters.”
“Fantastic. Now, let’s get to the top of this thing and shut it down for good.”
- 11 -
“I don’t understand,” Learis said from the stairs as she watched Angel, Sasha, and Amina walk into the center of the open space. “According to the reports, everything should switch blue as soon as we enter.”
Instead, the top floor of the ancient invading tower remained a dome with the bloody hue still pulsing through the wall’s circuits.
That was until she herself put one Lagomorph paw down onto the top floor.
“Greetings, citizen,” said a voice from everywhere before a blue the shade of clear skies cascaded down from the ceiling and pushed out the angry red. “Shutting down incursion countermeasures. Reestablishing grid telemetry with genetically synchronized depots.”
Mark also couldn’t miss the moderate dose of essence pouring into his pools as if he’d completed a quest.
“It’s you,” Amina said. “The building honors you specifically.”
“Affirmative,” agreed Angel as her white eyes focused on a round console rising from the center of the room. Along the walls, long sections began sliding up to create an array of open windows looking out onto the surrounding windswept grasses and nearby village.
Mark moved over to one and took a deep breath of fresh Lagos breeze before waving down to Jezebel and Princess Verrelle. The tiny figures waved back, and Mark sent his bonded satyr the mental idea that it was safe if they wanted to come up.
“I believe I can operate this,” Angel said from behind and everyone turned to look at her. “I require time to familiarize myself with the interface before attempting a test, but I am 89% sure that this device’s primary function is to serve as a teleportation travel hub.”
“No shit,” Mark said. “Can you get us right to the Orb of Power?”
“The orb of what?” Learis said, one of her brows arching high. “You mean that thing the Kalorplast fought over back in my home dimension?”
“We might have some explaining to do,” Sasha said, twisting the tip of one hoof into the metal floor.
“We have a lot of explaining to do, Learis,” Mark added.
Angel tapped something on the console causing some of the flashing lights to stop.
“The answer regarding destinations is unknown,” she said as she tapped another button. “From initial impressions, we should be able to link to other nearby depots such as this- that is, if the local populace has reinitialized them as Learis has just done.”
“Chieftain Amina,” Abby said in her most sultry voice. “Did you know that Learis can produce delicious sustenance from her breasts.”
The Awysai chieftain turned her glowing purple eyes on the wide-eyed bunny-girl.
“Is this so?”
“I- uh, yes.”
Amina dropped her translucent armor and took a few steps toward her.
“I will say that it is similar with my people, only it is the males that can provide at least one hearty meal a day through the milk of their cocks. I have not had real food since the Blazar Prince. I do not know your customs. Is it inappropriate for you to feed me?”
Learis found a way to blush through her pure white fur somehow and all questions about the Orb of Power were banished in red-hot desire.
“N-no. It’s not inappropriate. I am about due for another milking. We can find a bucket-”
“Fuck that,” Sasha said, picking up om Abby’s matchmaking plan. “Pull them puppies out and let the poor girl eat already.”
“What?” Learis said. “Right here? Right now?”
Sasha hooked one finger around the ring that held her stretchy black tube top together and removed the garment with one practiced flick of her wrist. Mark’s eyes couldn’t help but fixate on her soft pink nipples as her heavy breasts came to a rest.
“There, my tits are out.”
Abby used a tentacle to untie the simple bikini string to bare her perky chest, grinning her saw-tooth grin.
Mark turned back to Amina as she took another step closer to Learis.
“I know the Enthralled have their ways,” she said, “and I do not wish to make you uncomfortable. I can tell by your reaction that this is not normal for you. I am only willing if you are, Learis.”
Just then, a barely audible gurgle came from Amina’s stomach. She was certainly hungry, and the talk of her favorite blowjob food had probably got her insides worked up. Learis’s big soft ears twitched, and Mark knew she’d heard it too.
The Lagomorph sighed, finally giving in to what she wanted to have happen from the first time she spoke with the Heavenly Dragon.
“Okay…let’s do this. Amina, maybe it’s the purple glow, or your calm confidence, but I think you’re one of the most alluring creatures I’ve seen in a long time. I would be honored for the chance to feed you. But, to get the most out of my product…”
“Oh damn!” Sasha said, squeezing her own nipples. “I forgot! Amina, she needs sexual stimulation.”
“It’s the truth,” Mark said quickly. “Despite the incessant ways of my Enthralled, it really is worth it.”
Amina nodded slowly, her thick tail lifting higher. “I can confidently handle that requirement.”
“Can we go back to my hut at least?” Learis asked as she stepped close and put one furry hand on the Chieftain’s smooth muscled arm.
“Lead me,” Amina said with a nod.
Mark felt the soft-furred rabbit shudder with anticipation as she took the Awysai Chieftain’s thicker hand and led her back down the stairs.
“We’ll catch up with you two later,” he said with a wave, and Amina paused to shoot him a glance.
“I believe you make a good Commander, Mark,” she said and then moved out of sight.
With a satisfied sigh, he turned to the bare-breasted Techno Succubus standing next to him then the bare-breasted Abyssal Horror, and then finally to the bare-assed Lunar Combat Droid intent on her task. He really did have it rather good for only being an unwilling copy of someone else.
“Why did you want to distract Learis?” he asked.
Abby shrugged and moved to press her chest against Angel as she worked.
“They both had a strong need that I could feel through you. Additionally, I calculated that Learis will be in a more receptive state of mind for when we explain that we caused these invasions.”
“Your logic is flawless,” he said, crossing his arms.
Sasha clomped over to Abby who was currently molesting Angel while she tried to focus.
“That’s some next-level manipulation,” the succubus purred as she slipped a hand down under Abby’s yellow bottoms. “I’m impressed, little one.”
Mark watched the train of labia massage as Angel shut off her pixelated eyes.
“I cannot… perform my assigned duty.”
Jezebel and the Blazar Princess emerged from the stairwell, and the latter had switched back to bipedal legs. She was getting better at shaping the energy all the time.
“What’s going on up here?” the emerald-eyed satyr asked with a sly smile as she caught sight of the topless women fondling each other.
“We’ll fill you in soon,”
Sasha answered, looking over her shoulder as she sunk two slick fingers into the shorter abyssal horror from behind. “Mark was just about to finally break in Abby’s new toy as a reward for being a good little punching bag while you were loitering with the locals.”
“I was?” he said with a grin spreading on his face.
“Absolutely,” Abby moaned. “Angel, I order you to pause your discovery process and- Mmmh… prepare for Lover penetration.”
“Yes Mistress,” Angel breathed, widening her stance as the abyssal horror pulled out the six inches of tentacle she had stuffed up the bot’s artificial vagina.
“Should I… come back later?” Verrelle said, realizing what she’d just walked into on her magic legs.
Jezebel took her hand and pulled her forward. “You should know us better than that.”
Before the Blazar princess could respond, the horned Druid lifted her fist and summoned her augmented Honeysuckle Vines.
“By the pleasure of Salivis, I bind you in place,” Jezebel chanted and ethereal vines with luscious slurping lips grew from the black metal plating.
“Oh!” the princess cried out as the ghostly green tendrils twirled up her glowing legs and forced their way under her tight garment. Her cries turned to moans as more lips than Mark could count assaulted her anus, both sides of her labia, her clitoris, her tail, her fingers, her nipples... He watched as one tendril rose to sprout a holographic recreation of the Goddess herself before Verrelle’s mouth was occupied as well. The princess’s magic legs sputtered out as she lost all control and gave into the slurping tangle holding her up and rooting her out.
“Interesting,” Jezebel said, crossing her arms. “I had a hunch I could further augment the goddess’s new upgrade to my snare ability. I think I’m starting to get a solid grasp on the fluidity of our magic tricks. Especially the power of intention.”
“I can see that…” Mark said, peeling off his pants. “After we all work Angel over, I think it’s time I peek into that pretty head of yours and try to unlock more tricks like I did with Abby’s telekinesis. You too, Sasha. It appears we might have some downtime.”