Heaven’s Abyss: Cyber Demon Sacrifice
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[The Year is Omega 37. The surface world has been overtaken by several catastrophic events. Nanomachine networks were hijacked by a long dormant force known as demons. The Abyssals are beings created from the poison, magic, and technology of the demons. Returning to the surface is impossible. Civilization has moved into large orbital colonies outside the reach of modern nanomachine technology. The populace undergoes mandatory training in preparation for combatting the Abyssal force in endless war to reclaim the surface. Three Trainees are sent to the surface as an initiation into the Adventure Squadron. None returned.]
Ares sat on the cold metal chair of the carrier. She looked forward, her eyes cold and willingly unknowing. Her comrades loaded into the ship, their armored body suits clacking as they took their spots in the seat across from her. Two girls, the same age as her, assigned to the very same task; To land on the contaminated world below, the world that was home to their ancestors, and to complete their training with actual field experience.
Originally, they were supposed to have a senior officer overseeing their venture into the abyss, however a colony has been attacked and resources are slim. Ares looked around the ship as her stale stare couldn’t maintain looked at a blank stationary square ahead of her. She had to look, it was killing her not to.
She saw the steel interior of the shuttle. Ahead of her was the twin of her bench, a medium length plain set of seats that could house three maximum. Seated in two of the seats were her team members for this mission. Lysia and Veil. Lysia sat there calmly, while Veil was drawing something underneath the bench before rising back up to sit plainly. Ares stared ahead at them each. Having trained with them for so long, and specializing herself as a leader, she knew as much about them as she could.
Lysia was a shorter woman with curly blonde hair. She had an innocent air to her, treating even training delicate. She opted for the medic class. She wore a bright white reinforced body suit. Her armor was boxy with rounded edges and a bright red medic symbol right on her chest plate, her suit hugging her form. She adjusted her bangs away from her hair, toying with her knees as the ship remained stationary for a moment longer. Ares looked to the other.
Veil was the tallest of the girls. Pallid skin and long dark hair. She was a Nanohexer, a lesser known class that used nanomachines to cast spells with experts being able to steal nanomachines for a short time away from the enemy. Veil was very curvaceous. Her body suit was a shimmering black latex, decorated in angular black mail with red glowing lines. One of her eyes was a pale green, the other a bright purple. Augmentations to assist with her casting. Veil was a strange girl who acted in ways that was hard to explain. It was likely she was put in Ares’s squad to try and beat some sense into her.
Ares knew her reputation. She beat up other girls growing up. Always a stickler for rules. She made a girl who skipped in line bleed. Ares had olive skin, bright, short, pink hair that was styled like a wave. By trade she was a melee fighter. She wielded a special sword that emitted a short EMP field, allowing her to disperse a small field for a short while, speed boost with her suit, and cut through her foes. She checked the hud elements of her tight suit, making sure the engine on her back was still operational. Her armor was grey and very knightly with obvious changes made to make her more aerodynamic.
The ramp of the ship rose up and shifted back into place, air exhausted out as the door was sealed. All the girls looked to it like it as the light from the outside world was blocked out, leaving only the dim interior lights of the shuttle. “…Well!” Lysia rose her voice, a cautious smile on her face. “Here we are! Off on our last mission before we become real soldiers!”
“I can barely wait,” Veil said, toyingly tracing the tip of her finger across her legs, each of her fingers lined with dark metal claws slowly pulsating red. “Maybe if we’re lucky we can be bored even more dangerously now…”
“Bored?” Ares asked, clenching her fist. “I’ve never been bored a day in my life,” She said. “Our world is down there, and we need to reclaim it!”
Veil’s expression changed very little. She was frowning before, and now her brows were just risen. “Ah, I forgot. How could I?” And then, that smile. It slithered over her face like a snake. “We’re doing this for humanity, of course…” A laugh. Lysia swayed apart from Veil, as much as she could in the cramped seats.
The shuttle took off. It lifted away from the colony they grew up on and started to descend down into the storm. The storm was a thick layer of toxins created by The Abyssals. Factories spewed out endless factories of nanomachines floating in miasma of dark mana. They say if you fall from the colony, the nanomachines will grab you, transform you, and slowly descend you to the world to start your new life as an enemy to humanity. The entire world was covered in the substance, but it was thickest right there up above the world. This air was thick and constantly morphing and twisting. A sludge that floated in the air like a million purple and orange and pink and red sand particles, dots so small they blur together with cursory glances.
A screen was alight on the bow side wall. It displayed atmospheric information, metrics that only pilots were trained to understand, save for the plain and easy to understand timer. 09:52:76. It was shrinking the more they went. We can do this, Ares said. Just a few hours on the planet. We scout, we take video to prove we did it, get home, and that’s it. We’re real soldiers, we get real missions, we live up to everyone’s expectations.
Those thoughts were like medicine. It tasted bitter and wrong, unnatural even, and yet it soothed. Ares felt her nerves become vanquished, leaving her numb to all but the sounds of the ship and those who surrounded her. Lysia was silent the whole time, staring at the timer hypnotically. Veil was far less empathetic, actively smiling and giggling to herself as they drew nearer. Ares wondered if the rumors were true that the training Veil underwent sought out these individuals with such mannerisms, or even worse, created them. She would have to ask once she returned to her home with much more authority.
Landing gears engaged. Locks in place. Ares heard sounds that had only been played to her in simulations. After years of hearing it, this was the first time she actually heard what a landing shuttled sounded like. It shook her. The ramp slid down from the wall, opening them up to the world ahead. Their suits automatically started to filter air with a field that surrounded them that also was capable or repelling the nanomachines that float in the air. More advanced suits would just flat out also cover their faces, but these girls had basic suits that kept their heads exposed, albeit with a highly advanced tech field to protect them. Ares took the first step, her boots clacking against the metallic ramp.
Dirt greeted her weary feet. The world around her was drowned in a thin fog of smoky pink. The grass was short and clearly singed by the toxins fluttering around them. When they were all out, Veil being sure to be the last one out, the ramp slid back and sealed into place and would not open again until they finished their hour-long scouting trip.
“So, maybe we can just walk around the ship a bit?” Lysia said, her words tinted to a question with a nervous flicker. “I mean, we don’t really have a goal?”
“They’ll review the footage, see what we did, and either punish us redistribute us to the work force,” Ares said as matter-of-factly as she could. She still sounded cold.
“Mopping decks all day… Maybe canning food in a factory… Ehehehe,” Veil snickered at all the destinies that awaited traitors. “They could even have us as experiments!”
“T-they wouldn’t!” Lysia yelled back.
“Veil,” Ares looked the woman dead in the eyes, finding it hard to look that much bright purple head on. “Your behavior is actively harming our mission. I will not abide such disruptions!”
“The dog can speak,” Veil smirked, raising her head a little just so she could look down on her. “Did they teach you those words? Is that supposed to make me feel like I’m out of line? Like my dumb words are ruining our pretend mission?”
“My goal is clear,” Ares spoke, faltered by none. “Focus. Survive. Attack. Protect. I’ve lived by these principles, and right now you are threatening them,” She moved in, so close she could breathe on the taller girl’s neck. “You are not me enemy. You are an ally. But so is Lysia, my comrade, your comrade.”
“A comrade until a demon gets her, turns her into an abyssal,” Veil whispered. “And then what? Is that when you attack? Protect?” Veil said. Lysia took steps away from the two.
“What would you do?” Ares deflected. Ares reached out and grabbed Veil’s hand, whose eyes rose like she was awoken from a frantic dream. “Wouldn’t you want to prevent that if you could? Isn’t our goal to fight off these fates?”
“…” Veil’s silence was ear splitting. The air around them was hollow with an ambience unlike anything they’ve ever witnessed. “I apologize,” Veil said, looking back up at Ares. “We should focus on the mission.”
Ares nodded firmly, gave Veil’s hand a squeeze, and turned back to Lysia. The blonde was looking on at the two with mixed expressions. Ares walked over to her. “Lysia,” Ares said. “Are you going to be okay?”
“Yes!” Lysia assured Ares. “We can do this. And I’ll make sure that everyone makes it back safe. Like you said, we’ve been preparing for this all our lives. In different ways, but all for the same goal!”
“I’m glad you agree,” Ares patted Lysia’s head. Soft. “Then from here on out, let’s focus on scouting. Be prepared as it is likely we will encounter at least one abyssal.”
The fields ahead were all darkened. Grass had become blackened unevenly when the world was overtaken. Some flakes of green showed through, but most of the rolling hills were green. The sky above was eclipsed by the thick smog that blanketed the planet like a second atmosphere. Looking above yielded a surreal nebula that rolled above, the sun fighting through with bleak god rays. Trees were twisted and gnarled, some of them covered in circuitry from the nanomachines attempting to couple with them. Training dictated to be cautious, as some trees were trapped and would grab a girl with tendrils, wrapping her away and flooding the central chamber with nectar…
Ares had to confess, something about that idea was strangely arousing… The stories they made her read, the recreations in VR training. She never had the guts to undergo the resistance training, so afraid that her strange attraction would be made apparent. What would the trainers think when this promising prospect came out as someone excited by the idea of corruption? No, it was better to not let any cracks in her armor show, and just focus. It was her job as leader. She led her team around the trees that dotted the hills.
From the crest of the hill, the team could see the city ahead. Broken buildings turned into dark palaces for the demons. Skyscrapers were ripped from the planet and merged together into citadels, circuit patterns etched into their being like cement between bricks. Uneven monuments to downfall overlooked the unkempt ruins of devastated buildings. In the plains beneath the hill, strange creatures moved amongst the land.
Short, two legged creatures with stubby central bodies roamed freely, with unblinking bright blue eyes. Confrontation was likely inevitable with how they were located. Ares gave the fire at will sign to let loose. These creatures were just called Pests. Experienced soldiers always joked about how they used these beasts for target practice.
Ares unholstered her pistol, just flicking her wrist and her suit whirled to life, with perfect automation setting the gun in her hand. She aimed with her enhanced reflexes and shot off a few rounds. Each shot landed right in the eye of a beast, causing them to fall over and release fluid. She smiled and returned her gun, reaching now for her blade. A long, slender sword. She clicked a trigger and released her EMP. Her engines stirred, and she threw herself forward from the hill, her squad staying behind but prepared.
One slice and her blade destroyed one of the clunky beasts as it wandered mindlessly. Two stirred and shot tendrils from their central bodies. She was able to slice each tendril away, moving like a dancer, landing her sword everywhere it had to be. Even when flanked, she could handle it. Two more precise slashes and the beasts were disposed, save for the other dozen or so that came sprinting at them. She rose her blade to click in the trigger when a tendril snapped it out of her grasp. Suddenly, another tendril was wrapped around her leg, and another around her opposite arm. The two beasts spread her apart as though she were to be quartered. She flailed awkwardly, trying to bring her arm to her leg.
The tentacles were slimy and wet, the fluids they released instantly having an effect on her. Fluid was able to pass through the forcefield fairly easily. Ares knew her training. She had to stay calm and avoid strange thoughts. Do not act on instinct, and instead depend on true human thought. Her body was screaming to surrender and let them do it, to split open her suit and- But she knew not to. She focused on making a plan as a new tendril flicked across the crotch of her suit. She could feel that thick bumpy thing skim across her sex, making her far more aroused than she was expecting.
“Ares!” Lysia came rushing down, rifle in hand. She aimed a shot and destroyed the beast with the tendril going for the crotch. The shot zipped straight through its eye, sending the limp heap to the ground. Veil rushed further ahead of Lysia, raising her clawed hands as they lit to pure red. One of the beasts’ eye turned red instead of blue, and let go of Ares, turning instead to wrap its tendril around its former allies. Veil aimed her other hand that wasn’t puppeteering her minion, blasting a few missiles of magic at some of the moving foes.
Ares, with only one tendril, was able to start breaking free. She rose her hand, her sword flying for the shuddering circle of light in her palm. She caught the hilt of the blade, and not second later, slashed it hard down through the tendril. It exploded with a spray of fluids, the loosed appendage quivering with its final commands before shutting down. She shook free of her restraint, fantasizing of what it was going to do to her. She gripped her sword tighter and huffed.
“Team, let’s go!” Ares yelled. “Take them out!”
Ares rushed forward to slash open the nearest beast. The Pest fell to the ground. Five more sprung from the surroundings to move in around Ares. Ares fell forward and took a stance with her knees bent and hands forward. She launched out and spun with her blade aimed. Her sword dashed through the foes like watermelon. Their stilted legs were ripped asunder from their base, leaving the blobby creatures to fend for themselves. One launched at Ares, tendril lifted and aimed for her sword hand. She clicked her trigger just in time, causing the appendage to go limp. The beast squirmed in regret as Ares rushed forward, stabbing her sword point first into the eye. A stray squirt of blue fluid sprayed across her armor. She felt a shock in her spine and a flush on her cheeks.
Veil effectively moved from beast to beast, holding her hand high as she took turns forcing the beasts to bash their head against a stone. Ares looked over this, and although it seemed barbaric, it was working. After all, they had to end this confrontation fast and continue their scouting, and trying to sneak past was going to be impossible anyways. Ares noticed that she didn’t have a visual on Lysia. Her heart skipped a beat.
Ares sprinted back up to the crest of the hill. “Lysia, are your coms live?”
“A-Ares! Help!” Lysia spouted back through the communications. Ares could hear the echoes. “H-hurry!” That was all the prodding Ares needed.
“Veil, fall back and follow me,” Ares said through the coms. “Lysia is in danger. Keep an eye on the small ones and see if they follow us. Gives us a pocket to fall back if things go south.”
“I hear you,” Veil replied. “Falling back.”
Following her suit’s radar projected through her modified eyes, Ares raced ahead a little ways to the east of where they were fighting. Not even a minute away she found where Lysia was swiped to, and by what.
Lysia was pinned down on her knees by something strange. It was a tall Abyssal shaped like a centaur. Its body was lithe, formed from a black fleshy synthetic material. Its lowerhalf was a sturdy war horse with legs that ended in flat angles dug into the ground. Blue lines ran across its form, glowing brighter as it was agitated. A long blue tendril was dipped into Lysia’s suit.
The upper half was that of an athletic female with small perky breasts. Instead of a head, it had tendrils opened like a sinister flower. They arched out from the base, swirling restlessly in the air. Veil rose her hand. “Too tough,” She whimpered. “Can’t control that one.”
The beast grunted. Suddenly, its lower half split open at the belly. The tendrils slithered over Lysia and slowly lifted her inside. “H-hurry!” The blonde screamed. “B-before it-“ And with a wet sound, the door closed. She was inside, her muffled moans crying out from small holes spread across the dark form of the beast.
Ares stared down the beast that captured her friend into a bronze bull. Who knows what was going on inside, but it couldn’t be good, and some damn luck that it was happening to the medic. Ares knew this would reflect poorly on her leadership, her first mission resulting in her getting distracted enough to let a teammate get captured like this! But she had to focus. Ranting on in her head would get Lysia corrupted. The beast stood its ground, staring without eyes back at Ares and at Veil who moved nervously side to side. Veil looked over her shoulder. “Her friends are coming…”
“Control one and see if you can get it to pry the beast open!” Ares said. “Lysia, don’t worry! We’re coming!” Ares assured her teammate. Blade and pistol at the ready, Ares tried to search the centaur ahead of any weaknesses. Veil had captured a Pest and sent it after the centaur. The creature just stared back at the beast. Veil fell to her knees, holding her arm up with her other, contested by invisible forces.
“T-the thing is trying to take it back!” She grunted.
“Let go before it counter hacks you!” Ares shouted. Just before Veil’s control was dropped, Ares shot her pistol at the beast. The attack barley missed a vital spot, so Ares shot out two more bullets. A veil of blue viscous spray miraged the foe. The centaur rushed through the jet, bathing itself in a fallen ally. Its hand reformed into a lance and lashed forward at Ares.
Ares twisted back and pushed her feet into the dirt. She met the centaur and rushed back against it, swinging her blade first to repel the attack. She clicked the EMP, the blast evening the odds as it sapped away the strength from the beast’s swinging arm. Ares swung her blade again at its arm, discovering the thickness of the armor. Her blade left a dent that bled blue, but she couldn’t swing through it quite as easily.
The two ran past each other, a mistake since now the centaur was much closer to Veil. Ares groaned, readying to sprint after Veil to make sure she wasn’t alone. Then, her comm lit up. “Aaah~ Ares~ Aaaaressss~” That was Lysia’s voice. “I-it’s starting to feel good~ Oh fuck, it actually feels so… S-soooo…”
“Remember your training Lysia!” Ares yelled. “Do not listen to your first thoughts! Think things through, and don’t let the programming in!”
“Y-you don’t understand Ares!” Lysia moaned, wet sounds filling the comms. Not much was left to imagination, Ares easily able to envision her surroundings. A tight chamber filled only with blue lights and black walls. Bright blue tendrils pushing into you, warm and oddly alluring. Textured bumps and fluids that please when bathed in. Lysia made a wet sound, a big kissing plop. “They goth in muh mouth~” She giggled. A wet sound again. “E-every time I- unf~ Try to- Ah! Think they just- p-p-push- unf! HAAARDER~!”
“Then just withstand it for one more minute!” Ares yelled. “We’ll have you out!” Ares rushed forward as the beast approached Veil, the sorceress short against the imposing beast. “Veil!” Ares yelled out. “Let’s kill this thing!”
Ares threw herself forward at max speed. The centaur went to turn to face Ares, not aware that the tendril corpses of Rodents on the ground were still controllable. A tentacle lashed and wrapped around the centaur. With no focus on Veil, her measures couldn’t be countered in time. Ares flew forward, her blade raised high. She clicked again and again, expanding the strength of her EMP, emptying her energy reserves bit by bit. Then, her blade clashed down and slid through the beast. Her sword slithered through it from head to neck. She rose her blade again, still hovering in the air for a split second, and threw it down. She spun into the attack, leaning all her weight into it. A tendril from the head snapped at her and threw her aside.
The centaur turned, blue spilling from its broken head, the sword still trapped. Ares rose her hand to snap the blade back, only for a Rodent to snap at her hand and throw it back. Ares watched as the centaur neared, tendrils slithering from its groin. Ares knew she was going to be dragged inside, forced to meet her friend. Their suits would be melted away, and they’d get to know each other. Ares would suckle at Lysia’s lovely breasts, and the lines between each other would blur and-
A Rodent tendril grabbed the blade- No, it was the centaur’s own tendril, a purple aura surrounding it. Veil lifted her hand. “By order of Colony Omega,” She said, her voice stinging. “I order you be executed!” She threw her hand down. The blade slithered through the beast, gliding through its flesh until its human half was split apart. The centaur fell forward, lifeless. Veil quickly pulled a dagger from her suit and threw it at the Rodent. The blade landed in its eye and exploded in a blast of electricity. The smaller beast fell aside.
Ares recovered, slowly returning to her feet. She walked over to the corpse of their foe, retrieving her blade. She made sure that the core of the monster was no longer active. All the blue circuits and organic machines inside of it were no longer operating. With a strong push, Ares rolled the beast onto its back so its belly was presented. Ares stared at the huge horse dick. These beasts were made just as much for dominance and power as they were a strange brand of seduction and sexual ravaging. Ares pondered for a second what it would be like to be on the receiving end of that. She relished the thought for a second too long. She retrieved her blade and carefully carved open the carcass.
Inside was Lysia. Her eyes were half lidded. Her suit had been torn into and thrown apart. Her armor was in shambles, laying in the blue chamber. The material of her suit was torn open to reveal her breasts, her nipples coated in that blue aphrodisiac. A thick tendril was still plugged into her from below, the thing a bit thicker than a can and covered in little bumps. Ares grabbed ahold of it and gently started to pull it back. It felt fleshy and soft with a rigid core. “We’re here for you, Lysia,” Ares said. Lysia let out a little moan as the tendril was tugged away.
“I-it felt so good, Ares…” Lysia muttered, her voice thin in her afterglow.
“I know, that’s what they’re designed to do,” Ares explained. “But we need you walking, soldier,” Ares grabbed Lysia’s hand and tried to pull her up. Lysia went limply, letting her shoulder go as high up as Ares’s might could tug it before she struggled to stand on her own. Her field was still active, so the atmosphere wouldn’t affect her yet, but there was a problem.
Both Ares and Veil had exerted their suits. This had a bad side effect of draining the batteries much more. For the mission, the batteries they were given were non-rechargeable and small, keeping all faculties running for about five hours of normal operation, but the way they pushed themselves… Ares checked her display in fear. And sure enough, she had a little under fifty minutes left. She looked to Veil and saw the blank expression on her face. They were in the same boat.
The two girls each grabbed one of Lysia’s arms and kept her standing. They helped her limp back to the ship.
At least, where the ship was supposed to be.
“It was here…” Ares said as she let go of Lysia and rushed to the indent in the grass where the shuttle had landed before. Now, it was just a barren part of the field, just like any other. Ares checked her map in her HUD a million more times. She just wanted to fall to her knees and scream and thrash her fists against the dirt. “Protocol states that the shuttle is only to leave if staying would put soldiers in danger,” Ares recited aloud. She stood tall, turning back to her comrades. Lysia’s face was still lustfully contorted, but the twist of her brow, her frown on her face. Veil looked composed and nonchalant, but Ares could see it in her eyes. The fear.
Ares stood tall. “We need to focus on recharging our batteries right now and getting Lysia medical attention,” She said. “The city might still have operational rechargers, and it definitely has shelter. We shouldn’t have to go too deep in, so the citadel won’t be a concern, and neither will its security.”
“Is that the plan?” Veil asked.
“Yes,” Ares said firmly, staring Veil right on. “That is the plan. Now let’s get moving.”
They marched. They were racing against the clock to prepare a contingency plan they didn’t know they needed. Ares constantly tried to commence communication with home base or the shuttle. Both were not responding. Home base wasn’t so much of a surprise since the fog above made communications difficult to share, but even then, the ship should be able to reply unless it was destroyed, torn down by some monster capable of making a ship vanish with no signs of the damage, or dragging, or anything! All the while, Ares could see the battery draining further and further. She had overexerted her suit meaning that the estimate of her time was likely to be much smaller than originally given.
Lysia was a mess. She could only walk for so long before she started thrusting her fingers back inside of her. “I just feel so empty… I feel so…” She whimpered on unsteady feet. Ares knew she couldn’t keep her stable much longer without some attention. Soldiers were given a few medicines that could undo Abyssal corruption, but they had lost all of it when Lysia was swallowed up. There were no physical changes they noticed, though both of them had barely seen Lysia’s chest before, and swore her breasts had grown a few sizes, but again, it wasn’t confirmable. As they journeyed, her nipples would hue from pink to a bright cyan, a sure sign of growing infection.
The outskirts of the city were riddled with abandoned vehicles. Sleek hunks of rust that once took denizens from one to the other. Ares led the way forward through the streets, her gun at the ready. Every step brought them closer to danger. A lot of the cities where production plants for more nanomachines, and those citadels almost always held one of the stronger Abyssals.
A rumbling sound shook them as they moved. Ares paused, trying to figure out what was making that sound. Amongst the ruined buildings there was no sign. Cars were starting to rumble as well. Ares shot her hands out and pointed to a building. Her team rushed with her and took cover inside of an old store, ducking behind the counter so the big windows wouldn’t reveal them.
Sprinting through the streets was another Abyssal. It was on all fours, about two stories tall. Its long black furry tail was covered in angular armored plating like a stealth jet. It thrashed it about and smashed it against windows, shattering them. Its hind legs ended in stumps instead of paws, but these indeed had claws. Ridged, saw toothed bolts of cyan lined steel. They clacked as the creature ran forward. Hanging between its legs was a bright cyan canine cock. The front legs of the beast seemed more versatile, prepared to become proper hands at a moment’s notice. The head of it was a sleek angular creation with jagged lines for eyes and two pointed ears. It was some sort of wolf abyssal.
Lysia crumbled at the sight, frantically masturbating just from being in its presence. “Oh fuck oh fuck~!” Veil jumped and covered Lysia’s mouth.
The wolf turned and started to walk towards the store. Tendrils shot out from its legs, bursting through the windows. The two girls quickly sprinted out, forced to grab Lysia and force her to move as well, the blonde girl insistent on staying on the floor to give in to her fate. But that wasn’t an option for anyone involved.
Ares kept her senses sharp, adrenaline fueling her. She tossed herself down the aisles, helping Veil keep ahold of Lysia. She heard a loud crash as the wolf monster thrust its paw against the store front, digging out the entire wall. They fell back further, rushing for the back door. Ares kicked it once, no go. She kicked again with similar bad luck. She heard the wolf claw pummel down again, rubble falling around them. She grabbed her blade frantically, readying her stance so she wouldn’t miss. She rose her arm and swung her blade down. She cut open the door and ran. Veil was close behind, tugging Lysia. Lysia resisted just long enough for a tendril to grab her.
Lysia hovered in the air as the taller wolf tried to drag her away. Ares screamed and tried to run back to slice the tendril loose. Veil held on to Lysia’s arm, but her grasp slipped. Ares’s blade slid through air, the tendril sliding out from under the blade quickly, bringing Lysia with her. Ares watched as the tendril kept ahold of Lysia, wrapping firmly around her. Lysia cooed happily as she was carried up to the base of the wolf. Veil snapped Ares out of it and the two ran out the back door now that it was cut open.
They had nowhere to run. The wolf sprinted down the alley between the buildings, meeting them in the clearing in the center of the walling in buildings, the only exit clogged by the wolf now standing in it. The two were back against the opposing wall, staring the huge beast straight on.
“HELLO THERE DARLINGS~” The voice cooed out from the wolf. A feminine, seductress voice was drowned in a booming hellish bass. The two mixed without a single note agreeing. “SUCH ADORABLE PREY. THIS HUNT WAS NOT AS FUN AS I WAS HOPING, BUT YOU ARE NOT BUT WORMS IN MY SANDBOX. THE ONLY PLACES YOU COULD EVEN HIDE WERE SO EASILY DUG UP AND DESTROYED.”
“Whoever you are!” Ares yelled, her sword ready. “Put out friend down!”
Lysia was in the grasp of the tendril, sucking happily at the tip, blue coating her lips. The wolf laughed, a horrendous orchestra of pitched undertones beneath what was a gorgeously sinister laugh. “I WILL HUMOR YOU~” The wolf said. The tendril lowered, and Lysia was let loose. The blonde girl looked so confused and lost, like the world was pulled out from under her. She looked at her friends without any recognition.
The beast shuddered. Ares watched as the eyes went dim. From its head rose a figure. She was tall, though not nearly so tall as the beast she rode. Her skin was made entirely of the same black material as many Abyssals, save for the fact that she too had fur, with armor platings put unevenly on her hips, shoulders, arms, and legs. Her face was that of a wolf’s, long styled black and red hair flowed from her head, as did two tall ears. Her eyes were covered by what looked like a white mask overed in jagged spikes, two bright red eyes glowing in triangular slots. Her breasts were massive, a huge black and white fluff filling the space of the cleavage. Her hips were wide, waist slim, abs shimmering with red glowing outlines. A huge glowing red knotted cock jutted out of her crotch.
With two magnetic jets floating inches away from her back, she descended to the ground. Her clawed feet were arched into permeant high heels. She landed on the ground, her tail wagging as she smiled. “Such sweet prey…” The wolfess said, speaking with the same voice without the thick distortion taking away the sweet tones. She spoke like a siren, every word alluring and perfect. “A shame we must end things so soon.”
Ares rose her pistol and shot. The bullet made contact, but didn’t seem to do a damn thing to the armored wolfess who just kept walking closer to Lysia. Ares grabbed her blade and sprinted down, driven only by her concern. She had to protect them. She clicked the EMP and tried to discover if it made any weakness in her. Her tail seemed to stop wagging. Ares brought her blade down. The wolf rose her hand and caught the sword in her claws. She growled and squeezed down, shattering the sword like ice. Ares watched as her blade fell to the ground in broken pieces. The wolfess smiled, bright red teeth filling her mouth.
“You did well,” The wolf said. “You fought for a long time, and beat things I thought would be too tough for you. I am proud of you, little pup. A shame, according to my sensors, your suit is running low on energy. Tell me…” The wolf stared down as Ares fell to her knees. “That little trick on your sword… Did that use up the last of your suit battery?”
“Y-yes…” Ares said like a toy, only moving her mouth and making sound because her button was pressed.
“So, your life support should be cutting off any second now,” The wolf said, pushing her cock against Ares’s face. The leader stared at it, feeling the musk pushing against her. The nanomachines pushed and pushed against her forcefield until it faltered and fell. With her last sane choice, she opened her mouth. The cock pushed against her tongue roughly. It felt nice. Her mouth was feeling very warm. The cock was dragged back and forth before it was removed, covered in shiny spit.
“M-mine!!” Lysia groaned, throwing herself at Ares, shoving her aside. “Please, please knot me~! I need it soooo bad!” Lysia fell onto her back, spreading her legs and using her hands to present her plump loins, a bright blush showing just how needy she was. “Please oh please~”
“This one is eager~” The wolf said, walking towards the bent over Lysia. “That scent is so alluring… Pet, on your knees,” She said. Lysia obeyed frantically, turning just as demanded. “I’ll take you first, and then tend to the others,” She said. Ares fell back, staring down at her hands and then her corrupt friend, knowing that her time was out. “And don’t either of you try and leave. My monster body is still active and will hunt you down if you move so much as an inch~”
Ares crawled over to Veil who wasn’t doing much better. Ares knew that her friend had just as much battery left. Likely just enough to last the time it’d take to watch Lysia fall. “Ares…” Veil whimpered. “I’m sorry I was difficult,” She nodded. “I was just so unsure how to act with all of this. Before my thing runs out…” She smiled at Ares. “I always had a crush on you. A small one maybe, and I only ever saw you during the training classes we shared, but you were everything I wanted to be,” Ares’s hud lit red as it faded with a warning. Veil turned off her life support.
“V-Veil…” Ares muttered.
“We’re done being humans anyways,” Veil said. “I never liked being a human anyways. The monsters get to live down here and have more space. They never get judged for being weird, or like things,” Veil smiled, gently moving forward. Ares stared at Veil, really noticing how tight her suit was for the first time with clear eyes. Ideals and worries of the mission were vanishing. Tension eased away as Veil neared closer and closer until she wrapped her hands around Ares and hugged her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t save us, but I promise if we have to be stuck down here, we can be happy together.”
Ares felt the hug and was surprised how warm it was. Had she ever seen Veil at the training? She took so little notice since they weren’t in the same squad. She felt weirdly guilty. She hugged back, trembling in it. “This is the shittiest time to admit this stuff, y’know!”
“Hahaha, I know, I know,” Veil said. “I wasn’t sure what I felt about you. But you were tough, and everyone always likes you and respects you…” Veil stared back at her. The two stood in the open atmosphere of the corrupt world.
All the while, Lysia was being pounded into by the wolfess. Over and over, her huge carnal cock thrust inside of Lysia. Lysia was surrounded in a cloud of nanomachines plucking at her, fusing into her being. In fact, that wasn’t all that was happening in the fusion front. Lysia looked back, watching as the line between her and the wolf began to vanish. “Oh fuck yessss~” Lysia moaned mindlessly out. “I-I can feel it beating inside me now, all of me~ I-I’m becoming a part of you~”
“That you are,” The wolf said so sweetly. “I was made like this~ Engulfing people over and over, all of us merging to become one so much bigger than others. My main body up there was done just the same way. And you’ll be a fine addition to me~” She thrust all the harder until she was no longer thrusting because her cock had completely fused to her, and now all she could do was rub her hands up and down Lysia’s form.
Circuitry spread across Lysia’s suit and skin. Her suit and armor was being merged into her as she was being consumed by the wolf. She moaned in pleasure, the sensation wracking her mind. “I looooove it~ Yesss yessss- bleeeugh~” Her mouth split open as she spewed corruptive ooze. She was reshaped into her new form as a part of the wolf’s cock. The wolfess turned to the hugging couple. She rose her cock, emitting a rush of nanomachines that moved in over them.
“Well, looks like the process is speeding up now,” Veil said, already blushed and horny. Her suit was only starting to merge into her. Ares was a little further ahead. Her nipples had grown through her suit, thick and blue, her breasts growing steadily. As soon as the nanomachine swarm settled over them, they knew they were running out of time. Ares didn’t waste a time on words she didn’t have ready. She leaned in and kiss Veil. The second their lips touched, a cock sprouted from Ares, long and ridged, a blue draconic cock.
Veil hopped right on it, never daring to break the kiss. Ares stood as best she could, her abs shimmering as they rose through her clothing, blue outlines glowing as they form. Ares could feel her arms as they actually flowed through Veil, as if they were both water. They kissed a bit longer, Veil hungrily humping, making Ares cum for the first time. Their heads merged together into a blob of circuits and technology and their forms becoming the hybrid of it all. Their bodies fused further and further, reshaping. Ares’s arms stretched out, becoming armored and huge. Black armor with glowing blue membranes of energy. Wings. A long tail jutted out as their legs merged together into stronger, firmer legs. The tail was thick and covered in blue spikes along the top of it. Her claws were long blue blades that glowed just the same. Their breasts budded forward, at least as big as Veil’s before it started to grow more and more. The two cooed as their voices become one, their head reshaped into a long muzzle with a similar armored design to the wolf.
She opened her new blue eyes, looking down at herself as her body finished. She was taller now, almost as tall as the wolf without her monstrous body. The dragoness flicked her tail as she slowly wrapped her arms around herself. She felt warm, and so completely in love. She was no longer alone, and never would be again.
We have
Each other
Forever.
I am Arveil.
The dragoness smiled, looking over at the wolf girl. “So~” Arveil asked, gently walking towards the wolf. She fell to her knees and wrapped her forked blue tongue around the wolf’s cock. It stroked with precision a few times before slithering back. “Where did we leave off?~”
“Right about here~” The wolf replied, pushing her cock the rest of the way in. Arveil moaned in delight, feeling just how much better she could handle it now. She pushed the rest of the way, shoving that knot into her mouth. She suckled happily at the big wolf dick, running her tongue over it. “Maybe if you’re lucky, some of the cum that goes down your throat will be a part of your friend~” The wolf teased.
Arveil kept steady as she could. Her head bobbed confidently over and over. She was gifted with a spray of cum inside her that made her feel soooo good and powerful. She fell backwards onto her plump rear, spreading her legs to reveal her bright blue pussy and her quivering draconic cock handling. The wolfess moved in, lifting the dragoness’s legs over her head. She pushed inside without a second wasted, wrapping a free hand around Arveil’s dick.
Now the wolf could thrust much faster. She pinned Arveil into the ground, thrusting with wild abandon. It was so carnal and forceful, and Arveil could feel that knot doing its true job now. It pushed against her folds, feeling so huge and powerful against her, and oddly warm. All the while her cock was thrust against with a strong firm hand. Every milking pushing edged out another stray strand of cum. The wolf hadn’t a slow bone in her body as she was desperate and hungry.
The dragoness came, shooting a load of cum across her own tits. The wolfess plugged her dick firmly inside, fitting that knot with a triumph howl. She thrust a few more whimpering times before her cock finally exploded, letting out her second load inside of the dragon. Arveil purred in pleasure, her tail flicking behind her as she looked up at the wolf with a grin. “Your turn is next~” She cooed.
“Maybe someday~” The wolf growled back. “You can come find me and avenge your friend and your fates~ But for now, you’re my bitch.” The wolf’s knot finally descended after a few more moments and she turned to her body. “You are now a part of us, you should already hear the cries of the hivemind. Give in to it, and discover your new purpose.”
Arveil nodded as the woman left, leaving the dragoness to the ruins. She gave her wings a few testing flaps, surprised how easily she could defy gravity now. She looked down one last time at the shattered pieces of the blade. “We must find our new purpose,” She said lowly. “And have some fun~” Her wings flapped again, and she was off into the sky like a jet. She blew off past all the world around her, breaking out so high. She wondered if she could go past the nebula above and break off into the world where she grew up. Of course, the colonies would blast her out of the sky, but it was a strange thought of the first taste of freedom she ever had.
[Ares Bella ST – T493040 – Corrupted
Veil ST – T49211 – Corrupted
Lysia Amadi – T49009 – Corrupted.
All three trainees were lost. Shuttle was recovered at landing bay. Protocol T09 was explained to all relatives and friends of corrupted. T09 states that the shuttle is to depart if no uncorrupted soldiers remain. Shuttle was recalled moments after they left the ship. Logs show no issue with take off and shuttle will be reusable for next training mission.
Ares performed admirably and will be missed. Recovery chances are likely zero at this time.
Professor Lychi has filed a formal complaint against the loss of Veil and will likely push for action. At this time there are no plans documented to handle this issue.
Contact was made with Abyssals. Sacrifices were received and processed. Time has been bought.
All training operations are to continue as normal. No further sacrifices will be needed for some time. The war is not yet over.
Long live our light.]