by Prax Venter
Sasha pulled her lips away from sucking on Abby’s green ear. “Ready and willing!”
“What downtime?” Jezebel asked, exposing the huge brown saucers she called areolas.
He pulled his silk shirt over his head. “Angel believes these buildings can teleport people between them- once they’re reset like this one.”
“Ah yes,” she said, clomping over to rub her hand on the bot’s tight stomach as she dutifully awaited penetration. “I was thinking the crystal cluster on the top of this thing looked similar to the Kalorplast teleporters we saw in the...”
Mark felt Jezebel’s mood dip drastically, and then become ridden with self-guilt for bringing up the race of plant people who’d recently been decimated by Maliah just as they were about to blow off some steam. She also couldn’t hide any of it from the people tied to her heart, which made it worse.
Abby and Sasha stopped fooling around with each other and moved to wrap their friend in both their bodies and supporting mental waves of genuine love.
While his Enthralled bonded, Mark padded his bare feet over to where the short power droid was popping her ass up for him. She kept her pixel eyes on his as he approached her.
“I’m going to use some abilities on you while I fill you up from behind, are you ready?”
Angel nodded. “Please use me as you see fit, Commander.”
He received a shadow of her thoughts and found that he had become like a second user for her core. Abby was bound to him and she was bound to Abby, and along the way, she’d developed a daisy chain of intense intimidation and desire for this unique being with unprecedented power. This enigmatic Lover was her mistress’s master.
Mark flashed her a warm smile before he moved to stand behind her fleshy hips. Her legs were locked straight, and her exposed crotch was tilted outward to make height difference negligible.
She really was a hot little pleasure bot.
He took a hold of his shaft and smeared the head of his cock over her firm, flawlessly smooth skin.
“Can you feel how hard you make me?” he said.
“Affirmative,” she said, her digital voice distorting slightly from his attention as she gripped the console.
“Have you anticipated the day we would have intercourse?” he asked, rubbing the underside of his swollen tip against her tiny asshole.
“Ah!- ffirmative...”
He moved down to slide his shaft through her tight labia, teasing her.
“Do you want it here?”
“I want what you want,” she answered quickly, and Mark pulled away.
The short bot turned her helmeted head to see what he was doing, suddenly terrified she’d angered him.
“Oh sweety,” Sasha said, breaking off from nuzzling Jezebel’s neck. “Mark doesn’t work that way.”
Princess Verrelle began emitting muffled screams from her multiple orgasms, but everyone ignored her.
“It’s true,” the freckle-splattered Druid said as she came back to graze her fingers over the quivering bot’s breast armor. “Mark was born a natural Lover. The only way he can get off is if he is also doing what you want.”
“I order you to pick your preferred pleasure hole while I suckle from below,” Abby said as she crawled down under her pet’s spread legs and wrapped her tentacles around the bot’s thick thighs before pressing her face upward.
“I- mahh, lack required penile insertion data,” Angel panted. “If it’s allowed, may I please experience penetration both via my anus and vagina?”
“That is an excellent answer,” Mark said as he slid his rigid shaft under her rubbery folds again. This time, Abby’s hot mouth was there to welcome it and slickened his engorged head with her saliva.
While Jezebel caressed her stomach, Sasha came in from the other side and forcefully pulled Angel’s red lips to her own. They now had the small quivering droid completely surrounded.
With his own anticipation for this first adventure into her artificial nether regions, Mark pulled back and slowly slid his shaft up the more traditional route.
Her insides were hotter than he expected and the smooth slick sensation of her throbbing vaginal walls gripping against his friction was intense.
“Mmmm,” the bot moaned into the demanding succubus’s mouth as Mark began working her over, in and out. Angel used a free hand to pinch Sasha’s nipple which got her a sultry surprised sound in return.
Once he’d pounded her robotic pussy for a good handful of thrusts, he gently pulled out and pressed the tip of his head into her pucker of an anus. The little droid stiffened, remaining motionless as she waited for the inevitable girth to spread her peach of an ass, and Mark only teased her a little before diving in.
He found much more resistance and got the impression that this orifice had experienced little use in her quite extensive lifetime.
“Ohhh,” Angel groaned, pulling her lips from Sasha and leaning forward to grip the console again. As Mark slid his throbbing girth deep into her clenched fist of an asshole, the short little bot pushed back to meet his hips until her body consumed him entirely. Her artificial ass wiggled against his body with barely contained joy as he hit some hidden sensory configuration she didn’t even realize she had.
Sasha crossed her arms and smirked down at their non-biological teammate.
“Someone really likes butt sex.”
Mark’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as the droid took a more active role in forcing his cock deep into her durable body.
“Harder,” she said in a more digitized voice than normal. “Faster.”
At this point, the spell that had trapped Princess Verrelle in her own jungle of vine-induced pleasure had come to an end, and she lay quivering in a pool of her own cum.
“Lick my ass, Princess,” he heard Sasha say as she moved to the downed Blazar. Through their bond, he knew the succubus had just pinned her back to the ground with her vanilla-scented crotch pressing into her eager snout, and that Jezebel moved with them to bite Sasha’s pink nipples, but he tried to ignore everyone else as he focused all his attention on the hungry little asshole currently gobbling his cock.
There had to be some extra parts in there, rotating and squeezing. Angel’s ass was like no place his dick had ever been.
Abby worked a tentacle up into her favorite toy’s pussy, and Angel pressed her helmet into the console then began gently vibrating from some internal mechanism.
Mark knew there had to be several occasions so far where the bold abyssal horror had explored up the droid’s anus before, and he wondered what made this different. With his cheating magic eye, he sought the specific erotic overload he was inflicting on her circuits and aimed to amplify it.
It didn’t take long to discover she was processing the whole package. Being taken and used by a being that she knew could be more powerful than any entity in her growing database- a being that made alliances with the gods themselves was interested in someone as discarded and broken as her. That, and on a more physical level, it was the way his hips slapped her ass sensors. The way his shaft was a rigid rod instead of an agile, soft, squirming tentacle. The way his swollen tip stretched out a particularly deep section of her sensitive insides… She adored her Mistress reaching deep into her virtual vagina, but her impressive rear entry demanded a stiff cock.
And having both at once was driving the android insane.
Mark grinned as he grabbed the back of her neck armor and forced her down hard onto the console then intensely hammered the sex-drunk machine.
“I’ve wanted to fuck this peach of an ass since I first saw it,” he whispered into her ear as he tried to stimulate her inner workings with a Lover’s heal.
Her squinting pixels began glowing brighter from his actions, but he immediately knew his primary ability wasn’t affecting her artificial anatomy in the slightest. It was as if the magic slid right off her gears and high-tech components.
Switching tactics, Mark extruded a ring of Salivis energy just below the
tip of his cock, and she cried out her enjoyment of the thicker physical sensation but was still not getting the same orgasmic mind-blow that other organic organisms felt from direct contact.
He was about to put the puzzle aside for now and simply focus on ramming her just the way she liked it when he remembered he’d unlocked a new erotic zapping ability through his tongue during the Thomellia throne room orgy.
The ability seemed specifically designed for oral sex, but when it came to making monster women cum, he could be deviously creative. He leaned close to the metal disks bolted to where her ears would be and stopped while buried deep inside so she could pay attention.
“You don’t just belong to Abby, or through her, to me. I and my Enthralled belong to you, Angel. You are part of our family now, and we love you.”
He felt her electronic mind stall at the words, but when he licked the side of her head and willed his new jolting power to permeate her internal pleasure receptors, the bare-assed bot locked up with unbearable ecstasy.
Hidden panels on her arms, chest, and back began flipping open as his energy reverberated around her artificial body and the walls of her hot spasming anus began violently spinning around his cock. If it weren’t for her internal lube factory there was no doubt she’d have twisted it right off.
He tried to pull out as Abby yelped and extracted herself from the floor, but Angel wasn’t letting go of his cock. Her body finished venting whatever was overloading her system, and Mark flinched when her torso rotated to face him.
Angel’s digital eyes flickered through every color as she leaned in and pressed her mouth to his, all while her fleshy round ass pressed hard against his crotch. The Lunar Power Droid became a machine possessed as her armored arms and metallic legs latched around him while her gravity-defying powers supported her considerable weight.
Mark had experienced zero anal sex before entering this virtual world and taking on the responsibility of satisfying many different desires, yet he could safely say he had never expected aggressive anal sex while also making out with the girl.
Her round ass clapped his thighs, her hot red lips sucked on his tongue, and her artificial orifice engulfed his length over and over- and Mark couldn’t stop from cumming if he tried.
A long groan croaked out of his mouth as he embraced this grateful virtual creature writhing against him as he ejaculated what felt like more than what he could possibly contain deep into her body.
Angel slowed her frantic sexual assault, happily taking in everything he could give her and eventually disengaged when he couldn’t take it anymore. Mark’s over-sexed organ popped out of her ass and the cool breeze of this dimension soothed his raw flesh.
He put his hands on his knees to catch his breath and started laughing.
“Angel, that was-” he started before what felt like a mental solar flare of raw twisting pleasure and pain erupted from the Lagomorph village. It hit him so hard, he was knocked off his feet. The emotional shock waves were accompanied by a soul-rending scream and everyone on the top floor of the ancient depot scrambled to the closest window.
“Something’s wrong,” Sasha said.
“Something happened to Amina,” he clarified, shaking out the ringing in his ears and grabbing his shirt and pants.
“Get on,” the nude Druid said as she vaulted her dainty hooves out the window and sparked on her wings.
Mark dropped his clothes and leapt out after her, his bare ass landing on her furry backside as she shifted into her larger doe-centaur form. He barely had time to latch onto her solid breasts before Jezebel zipped them both directly to the source. Using Mark’s magic sight to orient her trajectory, a primitive thatched hut stood out from the others on the outskirts of town.
Seconds after the scream, they landed. Mark jumped off, threw open the door and saw a nude Learis cradling a barely conscious Awysai chieftain against her oversized, furry breasts.
“Mark!” the Lagomorph shouted, instantly losing some of her terror at his powerful presence on the scene. “I don’t know- Her tail was in me. I came. She took her first suckle- I- Then-”
She stopped stammering when Amina reached up to gently stroke her whiskers with three thick fingers.
“Peace,” she muttered and then tried to sit up. “I- I am unharmed.”
Mark let the tension drain from his body as Amina slowly blinked, her glowing purple eyes focused on something only she could see. He felt a confused flood of intense emotions swirling out of her, but excitement dominated the rest.
“Your breast milk…” Amina said slowly as she looked into Learis’s wide tan eyes. “It has transformed me into a Collector.”
- 12 -
“A Fighter Class means you can only take on one Enthralled, right?” Mark asked as he shimmied into his tight-fitting, fall-damage pants they’d left behind at the top of the cleared structure.
“I believe this is correct,” Amina answered. “But the changes and impossibilities I have seen…I am uncertain of everything.”
Jezebel sighed as she gazed out one of the depot’s windows. “I believe the Lagomorph, the Blazar, and the extinct lunar Time Walkers all formed an enduring alliance in the ancient past.” She then turned to face Learis. “Now that this has happened, I’m positive, and it’s time to get into those details.”
“Three races?” Princess Verrelle said from over Angel’s shoulder while the bare-assed bot fiddled with the console. “I know about the Awysai are a divergent people from the Blazar, and it’s obvious we’re related, but the Lagomorph are too?”
“Yes,” the freckle-splattered satyr continued. “Maybe not genetically related. We returned the orb to somewhere in Lagos about a week ago… Back to where it appears to have been first created. Learis, your kind were once one of the most advanced people in all the many universes. There is evidence that three different races from three different dimensions had broken through somehow to discover each other. The permanent portal we used in the Skeema city and similar technological artifacts we’ve seen backs this up.
“Together, they grew strong and smart. So smart they got my attention from outside everything you know, and I did something so inconceivably stupid in response. I carelessly initiated a wave of violent change across all universes and ended the lives of countless many. Learis, I am most likely the reason some of your ancestors were displaced, and subsequently abused, by the Kalorplast. I caused the Cataclysm.”
“You?” the soft rabbit-woman said, not really understanding or believing. “H-how is that possible?”
Amina moved close to Learis and laid her three thick fingers on her shoulder.
“Whatever Mark and his Enthralled say, know that is the truth and that they are here to help all of us.”
“Your presence alone triggered the shutdown of this structure,” Abby added.
Learis looked around the ancient yet technologically advanced structure with fresh eyes.
“Then, by the singing wind, why did violent monsters emerge and attack us?”
Sasha held out a hand to indicate the console. “We don’t know how any of this ancient Lagomorph technology really works, sweet tits. There’s a good chance that summoning that glowing magic orb back to where it belonged might have triggered this mess.”
Just then all the windows began sealing shut again.
“Ah,” Angel said then tapped the console a few times before the windows reopened. “I have made progress with discovering how any of this ancient Lagomorph technology really works.”
Learis pinched the fur on her forehead, and Mark could feel her become overwhelmed.
Apparently, Amina noticed it too.
“I know,” she said, stepping in close and rubbing her back. “These outsiders can be too much to take all at once. I was the same. Slow your mind and ask questions as they come.”
The rabbit-woman’s tan eyes focused on the Awysai Chieftain for a few heartbeats and then she took in a deep breath. Even without his magic powers, there was no mistaking the
bond these two women were building.
“I always knew the four of you- now five,” she nodded to the short bot, “were something beyond special. But saying that you caused the Cata-”
“Hoy yo!” called out a heavyset rabbit-man lurching up the stairs with a steaming plate of roasted vegetables. “The Heroes of Gylmear Fields deserve a feast for saving our village!” Behind him entered several others with armloads of breads, bundled shocks of grass, wheels of cheese, and leather pouches of liquid.
“Borlas, we are in the middle-” Learis began, but the large Lagomorph cut her off again.
“Nonsense! I don’t know why you’d choose to huddle in this metal shell when you could be feasting in luxury at my fine dining establishment, but I just had to do something to thank you all for keeping my door open. Although, we should have thought to bring up some tables…” The kindly rabbit-man eyed the center console in an attempt to find some place to rest his tray.
“Hold up,” Sasha said, stepping between him and his target. “Mark, Amina, Jezzy bear, come help me bring up some of those empty crates from below to serve as a buffet. Who knows what madness you’d trigger by smashing those magic buttons.”
“This smells exceedingly pleasing,” Abby said as she began inspecting slices of charred, spiced vegetables from the platter.
By the time Mark and the others had come back from lugging up makeshift tables, the abyssal horror had already begun grazing on the platters held patiently by the Lagomorph cooks. Others began wandering up to see inside the now-dormant structure, and before long there were at least a dozen villagers happily joining in the spontaneous celebration.
Mark could feel Learis thinking hard about what was said. Her tan eyes lost focus as she nibbled on a clean bundle of fresh Garda grass, but he forcefully turned away to focus on the strange food laid out before them. He would avoid invading his friend’s personal thoughts if he could.