A Dash of Misadventure

In the 'Cyberverse', a red light district practically awaited around every corner. For some, the novelty of sexual stimulation had worn off after having gone through every physically possible way to pleasure themselves with flesh and machine. With the introduction of the newest virtual reality program though, people finally had a new way to push the boundaries of what they wanted to do to new heights. Many wished to try out the system’s unique ability to create the perfect simulation for them, among which was Wispy Willow, a thrill-seeker from a band called B.A.B.E. After lots of back and forth with her bandmates, including their lead Eclipsed Heart and Wispy’s older sister Kitsune of the Nine-Tails, they had surrendered to her wishes and decided to come with her.

A silver motorcycle raced down the neon-slicked streets, Wispy at the front, while Eclipsed sat behind her with hands wrapped tightly around the biker's belly. The wind ripped past them and the urban landscape raced by in a colorful blur, which made Wispy cackle at the rush of adrenaline and Eclipsed squealed in fright.

“Can't you stick to the speed limit?!” shouted Eclipsed, who wore a hot pink bike helmet that matched her hair and eyes, the rest of the suit covering her body from neck to toe, and boots covering her feet. Behind her visor, the ‘Pop Princess’ had charcoal black skin, and forming sensual curves with her suit was her plush but well-shaped build. Wispy upon hearing her friend squeal couldn’t help but give her a grin.

“Why? This is the life!” Wispy yelled before laughing as she leaned forward and revved up the speed, Eclipsed holding on for dear life. Unlike the many humans that populated the land, Wispy was one of the many anthropomorphic creatures that had appeared not too long ago, albeit from science rather than the magical burst from the Elements of Harmony that transformed many others. She was a tigress nekomata and wore a crimson spike-studded catsuit, her helmet adorned by shapes resembling a pair of cat ears. Her striped tail forked into two and trailed about happily while she raced onward.

The bike crossed into the freeway, and Wispy quickly began weaving between traffic, trying to keep up her speed. The other drivers in their hover-cars and heavy-loaded trucks quickly honked at her each time she dangerously overtook them, but were unable to stop the daring nekomata as she disappeared from their view. They were all but blurs to her, along with the glittery stars that occasionally pierced through the blotted skies and framed the skyscrapers beyond the pollution-befouled ocean below. They appeared as colorful shapes that raced by, her speed a dazzling show in itself.

“Wispy! We have a reputation to maintain!” reminded Eclipsed, who wanted to sink into herself. Wispy once again grinned to herself.

“Hey, I'm the band's 'Bad Girl', I'm supposed to break the rules! Oh hey, there’s our exit!” Wispy exclaimed. Another scream came from Eclipsed as Wispy took a sharp turn, the sound of the honking cars receding behind them as they drove onto the feeder that led them back into the thick of civilization. A business district loomed ahead as tires skidded over the scuffed pavement.

Neon electric billboards trailed by, all of them offering all sorts of entertainment and pleasures, illegible to Eclipsed at Wispy’s speed, even as the speedster began to slow down. The bombardment of light from all the advertisements flashed over them, but soon Wispy’s eyes drifted down to the display on the bike, the cybernetics from the vehicle pulling up a holographic map, indicating that they were close to their destination. Closer the mapped zoomed in as they approached, until Wispy pulled out a wheelie. Sparks trailed over the road, a thick black streak forming behind them as the vehicle slowed down until it finally stopped with a hum of the engine.

With that the pair of women hopped off, Eclipse having a fair amount of shaking in her legs and a great disorienting feeling as she subtly swayed about. She stepped off before awkwardly removing her helmet, her hand having a hard time grabbing onto it initially. She then tossed her neon pink hair back, taking a moment to tie it into a high ponytail with an azure ribbon before turning around to glare at Wispy.

“Wispy! I almost had a heart attack back there! You’re way too reckless!” Eclipsed yelled with a glare.

Wispy chortled as she removed her helmet, revealing her two-toned black and white hair, which was donned up in two Chinese-styled hair buns. The nekomata smiled as she turned around and looked at Eclipsed with her scarlet cat-like eyes, her tight crimson suit highlighting every curve and jiggle from her bottom-heavy, pear-shaped physique. “Come on, Princess Butterbuns, live a little!”

At that moment the motorbike powered down before suddenly melting into a pool of liquid metal. It soon reformed into a feminine shape, which solidified into the band’s third member and Wispy’s sister Kitsune, a vixen draped in a kunoichi outfit. Her golden-brown fur was adorned by silky coppery locks that trailed down her bare back, and as she looked at Wispy she simply stated in a Japanese accent: “I will wait outside.”

Wispy placed a hand on her hip before addressing her sister. “At least have a look around,” she said, trying to convince her, to which the soft-spoken fox lowered her voice further, her eyes drifting down to stare at the sidewalk.

“Why? You know I don't experience...certain sensations, like you do, imoto.” Kitsune stated.
Wispy quickly tapped her head with her fingers as she tried to explain. “Well lucky for us, these VR sets connect to your brain and directly simulate it!”

“Maybe that's a bad idea,” cut in Eclipsed, causing the two to look at her as she continued. “We don't know how it will affect you, Kitsune, after… after what the syndicate did to you both.” She said as respectfully as she could, trying not to resurface the painful and terrible memories the two had experienced, as their handlers forced the sisters to change from normal humans into weapons of mass destruction through horrible experiments.

Kitsune nodded slowly. “Then I prefer not to risk it. Thank you Eclipsed,” she said, causing Wispy to frown, even if Eclipsed was looking out for them.

“Spoilsports,” muttered Wispy before looking directly at them. “Where's your sense of adventure, girls? Come on, please~? I’m sure that everything will work out fine. Please, just take a look?” Wispy asked as she pleaded with the two of them before holding Kitsune’s hand. The vixen looked down at it, thinking for a moment before letting out a sigh as she turned her hand and held her sister’s hand too.

“Alright. Only for you, imoto.” Kitsune said as Wispy began to lead her sister, with Eclipsed following them, knowing that Kitsune had accepted Wispy’s offer.

The building ahead didn't look too special from the outside. Not so different from a typical Internet cafe, only with more privacy. They headed up a set of steps, where a door automatically slid open with a whir to allow them in. A sphere-like drone quickly hovered over to meet them, scanning them with a cone-shaped beam.

“Welcome,” the drone said in a cultured man's voice. “Please, insert your credit chip. The booths inside are anonymous to preserve your privacy. You may cancel at any time, but all sales are final. The owner is not liable for any distress or-”

“Yeah, yeah. We know the drill,” said Wispy, who inserted a credit chip into the bot's slot. Eclipsed’s eyes seemed to shine blue in the darkness as she looked at the drone.

“I hope this isn't recorded!” Eclipsed nervously exclaimed, to which the drone did a little tip as if to bow at her.

“Your actions once inside are anonymous,” repeated the automaton while calculating the 'deluxe' treatment Wispy requested for them before charging it to her account. “Droids will be nearby to answer any further questions. Please proceed.”

The three of them followed the tron lines across the floors, into the back of the interior. What awaited inside resembled an arcade, with dozens of private booths, where customers could anonymously escape into almost any fantasy they could dream up. Not everyone used them for sexual purposes, but of course that was certainly a common pick, which Wispy was desperate for a taste of. Soon though Eclipsed asked the same question that she did when Wispy first approached her to invite her.

“If you want to experience something new, why not look for a date?” Eclipsed asked, causing Wispy to put on a smile and let out a scoff.

“We’re celebrities,” reminded Wispy. “You think most men wouldn’t plan to smash me and run? Don't trust them any more than your typical politician. Besides, this is way more fun!”

What the nekomata didn't want to admit was that, like her sister, she was lonely. Even after all they’ve done and the time that passed, the echoes of those experiments and being an easily discardable assassin still flowed through their bodies. They weren’t stuck in those painful memories, as it was because of their bond of declaring themselves as sisters that they were able to hold on each day; hoping to see each other again when they were reactivated for their next mission, a hope that would become one of love as they wished to help each other push their past behind them and strive for a better world. The pain was not easy to hide, but it was manageable.

But what those echoes did affect though was that she felt a barrier between her and the rest of the world. They were free from the old world, but she felt chained. Everyone had their problems, and everyone had their dark tragic backstory, but deep inside she knew only Kitsune would understand what they went through. She made friends, but deep inside, she was terrified of getting closer and being more than just friends with her fellow rebels. And sure, she did get “close”, exhilaratingly orgasmically close, but to ask them out and pour out her soul, of which she was scared to know what truly was inside her?

Nope! Better to pretend she was simply her usual horny and wild self, far as she was concerned! That, they'd understand!

"I see you paid for all of us to participate,” Kitsune stated out loud, to which Wispy turned to smile at her.

“Sure, but you can use the VR booths for whatever you want. Go on a vacation, explore a different time or place, pretend to be someone else for a little while, it doesn't have to be sexual gratification,” said Wispy, to which Eclipsed perked up and beamed.

“Cool! I'd love to be back on the beach!” Eclipsed exclaimed cheerily.

“I wouldn't mind a peaceful forest to explore,” Kistune admitted after considering Wispy’s words. “Somewhere in nature, which we aren't able to see much of here. That will clear the mind while I meditate,” she stated.

“Knock yourselves out,” said Wispy as Eclipsed unzipped her catsuit before stepping out of it. She wore her usual top that bared her underboob and midriff while wearing a matched portion for the bottom that resembled a pair of futuristic bloomers that stretched and conformed to her delicious hips and butt. “Huh, don't you wear that for roller derby? You wanna take the chance to practice here?” Wispy asked upon looking at her skimpy garb.

“Maybe I will.” Eclipsed said before yelping when the neko smacked her butt with a grin.

“Hehe, kick some ass, Princess Butterbuns!” The nekomata said before the three of them split off and headed into their booths. Once the door was sealed closed behind them, they sat in the dark for a moment. Gear moved around them, which included a very powerful-looking helmet, and slid into place over their bodies, ready to simulate a new environment at their command when it locked into place.

The machinery interfaced with Wispy, able to skim the surface of her mind but probed no further. As it did so, the drone appeared in front of her, though not physically but digitally. It was at that moment that Wispy realized that her mind was truly no longer within the dark room, but within virtual reality.

“What would you like to experience?” The drone asked. The nekomata took a deep breath before shuddering with excitement as she gave her response.

“I want to experience the ultimate sexual thrill! A man like no other, who can keep up with my needs!” Wispy said, practically shouting with glee. For a moment there was no response as the computer attempted to meet her request. She almost began to feel self-conscious at how loud she shouted when her surroundings were suddenly being loaded in.

A primordial landscape soon surrounded her, complete with lush flora and a volcanic backdrop. She inhaled the simulation of clear air, smiling as she noticed just how pure it felt in her mind compared to the polluted muck that she and others got used to since they were born. She then tried asking a question to the droid as she continued to look around at her surroundings.

“Hm, why this place?” Wispy asked. Quickly the droid popped up before her, only this time it took on the likeness of a baby drake that floated mid-air using its small draconic wings. A smile appeared on its face as it answered.

“We have decided a hyper-stallion best suits your fantasy, Miss Wispy Willow. They are the primordial ancestors of many stallions, a mutant offshoot that activated in times of stress when a tribe's numbers were low. An activated stud would increase in size and muscle mass, genitals included, and proceed to impregnate every available, fertile mare to ensure their bloodline's survival. While said to be extinct, some believe a repressed gene still exists in some ponies, but test results have proven to be inconclusive here.” The virtual drake said, to which Wispy considered for a moment.

“Huh. So the best lay in the world for me is some studly barbarian? Well, guess I’d better have a more suitable outfit to fit in, huh?” Wispy said. Upon hearing her request, her clothes vanished in a poof, her bared breasts and buttocks bouncing momentarily as they were freed from their cyberpunk cloth. A scanty fur top and loincloth quickly replaced her old clothes, to which Wispy offered the drone a thumbs up and a toothy smile. “Nice! Now, where's this hunk of beefcake?”

“Would you prefer him to be lead here? Or to seek him out yourself?” The droid asked, to which Wispy thought about it for a few seconds.

“Hmmm…. Guess I'll look for him, scratch my itch for adventure! This isn't dangerous, is it?” Wispy asked as nekomata's clawed feet set out across the stones.

“Not at all. This fantasy will terminate the moment your psyche threatens to imbalance,” the drone explained helpfully, its virtual wings flapping as it floated next to her.

Lush jungles awaited ahead, the kind one would imagine you'd cut through with machetes, but instead, she released her natural claws and started to hack them apart with each savage rake. Vegetation fell away in clumps, while she hacked in further without relent, and worked up a sweat that left a sheen on her curves under the afternoon's sun's rays. She cackled and cut a swath into the open.

Occasionally, her cat's eyes would catch a stray wild animal, which avoided her, or insects that would skitter back into the underbrush or below a moist stone. She brushed aside suspended vines with her arms and tails, curious whether she could manifest her plasma balls here.
She opened a palm and watched the sphere which resembled a miniature sun manifest. It glowed and radiated warmth. “Success!” She exclaimed. The experiments on her transformed this cyber kunoichi into a former, destructive assassin! Nowadays though, she did her best to take things one day at a time with her bandmates. She hoped they could also learn to relax on this little trip, Kitsune in particular, who kept herself withdrawn and solitary.

Once she cleared the flora and stepped back into the open, she spotted a crystal clear lake ahead, surrounded by a series of caves below the cliffs. She looked up at a mostly cloudless sky, where several birds wheeled about...and what appeared to be a lithe, feminine silhouette...?

“What the...?” She watched the new arrival fly closer until she spotted a familiar wild rainbow mane, the cyan pony's athletic, lean build housed in an outfit similar to her own. “Rainbow Dash? Hey! Down here!” She waved her arms at the mare, who sailed over to meet her.

“Oh! Hey, Wispy!” The cyan pegasus exclaimed as she touched down and rubbed the back of her head with a nervous chuckle. “Didn't think we'd end up in the same fantasy! What a coincidence, huh?”

“Glitches like this are supposed to be pretty rare!” Wispy said accusingly before drawing closer to RD, hoping the droid-drake wouldn't be able to overhear them as she whispered, “Hacked the system, huh?”

“W-well...not me. But one of the pals I arrived with,” admitted Dash.

“Your old mercenary crew, I take it?” They'd been known as B.A.B.S., run by Babs Seed herself, but Eclipsed Heart had purchased and repurposed the name into their band B.A.B.E., with a contract that assured Eclipsed wouldn't have her intellectual properties stolen by corporate suits. The downside was that Eclipsed had to do all the paperwork by her lonesome, which included transportation, taxes, deals made with venues, and how her work was marketed and sold...a headache Wispy and Kitsune pitched in to help with, which had thankfully now been taken over by the new mayor.

“You know it! Here for the hyper-stallion? I want to see what all the hype's about! Been looking around here for almost an hour, but haven't seen hide or hair of him yet! The only place near here I haven't checked out...” She followed her eyes to the series of dim caverns that they could see.

“Gotta be the place,” decided Wispy. “Doubt he's made his lair in a volcano!”

“Yeah, I doubt he's a dragon either, but you never know. Let's tag-team him, huh?” Dash set off ahead, her bare hips and portions of her well-cut buttocks rolled with each sway when she walked, and her loincloth swished about, with the tease her bare bottom would be revealed. Wispy quickly followed behind and resisted the temptation to smack that ass. Always time for that later!

They entered the cavern's bleak maw, forced to duck at times. A low wind howled about the hollows. Wispy thanked the stars when the tunnels were so narrow, Dash was forced to lower onto all fours and crawl, which provided her a lovely view of the athlete's barely hidden backside. She whined under her breath when Dash cleared the tunnel and stood up, denying her view of her rear for the moment.

“Hey, it's open here!” Rainbow Dash exclaimed.
Wispy followed her out into a spacious cavern that ended in a cliff and a waterfall ahead, which softly roared into the pool below. The overlook revealed a simple straw hut below. Aware that's where their prize must be, Dash leaped off and sailed ahead, while Wispy used her cat-like reflexes to bound off the stones, which she bounced off with a kick of her clawed feet to follow her. Unfortunately, to safely break her fall, she had to land in the pool with a splash.

“Yuck! I hate it when my fur's wet!” Wispy complained, before soon letting out a laugh. “Well, except when I'm in the bedroom!” Wispy said, causing Dash to chuckle. The nekomata crawled to the bank and shook herself off, her forked striped tails manifesting small low-level plasma balls that shined on her fur, their heat helping her dry off. Every sound carried her, muted only by the rush of water. Once dry, Wispy shook her tails to banish the mini suns. The pair of women then approached the lone hut.

“Hello~? Anybody there?” Rainbow Dash called.

“We're not a threat,” added Wispy with a smirk. “We promise!”

There was a rustle from inside until out of the hut appeared a deep blue pegasus stallion. His dark blue mane was spikey, he had an unusually oversized winged plume on his chiseled back, and he had a barrel chest to match his beefy musculature.

Green eyes matched the warm smile on his snout, the tall handsome stud decked in a loincloth that failed to fully hide the swell of his oversized tool beneath. His fur was unusually fluffy, a cute contrast to an otherwise perfect specimen of masculinity. He waited as he looked at them with crossed arms.

Wispy balked at him. “Midnight Blitzer? Why him?” She tried to make sense of his appearance. Of course, the system would choose him as the hyper-stallion after peering through her mind and picking the scenario, but she had only met him briefly back when she and her sister were invited by Beatrix and Oona, two heroes who helped save her world. Fact was, her eyes at the time were set more on Oona’s brother, a powerful beefcake of a ram known as Dion, rather than on Midnight since he was taken.

Was it because of that one comment she made on how big Midnight’s hyper-stallion size was? Why did she suddenly think about Dion when she was busy with this simulation? And again, why would the system purposefully choose Midnight instead of just using the data it gained from her mind to make a generic hyper-stud?

“You know this beefcake?” Rainbow Dash asked with a raised eyebrow, causing Wispy to blink as she was suddenly pulled out of her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh yeah, but not that well, I'll admit.” Wispy stated as she looked back at the hyper-stud’s massive package. Her previous thoughts were quickly disregarded as a smile formed on her face. “Still, he is pretty cute, don't you think?” Wispy said before trying to call on the hyper-stud. “Hey, Middy! Do you understand us?” He nodded once. “Come on, it's not much of a fantasy if you can't talk!”

“I can talk,” said the VR hyper-stallion before forming a smirk. “But I prefer to speak with my actions!” He swooped over to them in a blur, and the hyper-stud's emerald eyes, wide with wonder and glowing with lustful energy, drank in their supple forms.

“That's better,” said Wispy, who stroked his chest with a nail. She could get used to this. “Don't be shy, studmuffin!” Both women squealed happily when his firm hands wrapped around their waists to pull them closer. Dash’s face burned red with lust.

“Usually, I like to take control! But you seem cool, so it's okay!” Rainbow said.

“Yeah, he's nice and brave. Fancies himself a chivalrous hero!” Wispy stated, before quickly reminding herself that this wasn’t him. Just like how she was still in that tiny dark room, with a treadmill or some other type of movement system to make this world as real to her as possible, this Midnight was just a manifestation, a complex program to help form what the VR system believed her ultimate fantasy should be. At this rate, she didn’t quite know what her ultimate fantasy was anymore, but she trusted that the system would figure it out.

And boy did the system know how to make a good lustful program!

His lips crushed into Dash's, then Wispy's, a firm, possessive kiss that left strands of saliva between their mouths as he switched between them. Their hands started to wander over the lines of his musculature, which also pushed him further, as his palms squeezed into their womanly hips. His three-way kiss left a powerful desire of lust in both mares.

“Let's see what you're packin' already,” said Dash, who pulled on his loincloth. It slipped away, and his flaccid penis bobbed into view, an even darker blue bitch-breaker of a horsecock. “Holy shit!”

“You said it, babe,” replied Wispy with a breath of surprise. “And that monster isn't even hard yet!” Wispy marveled, recognizing how much more powerful and bigger it seemed to be than the one she'd witnessed before.

“Heh. Then let's fix that!” Dash said as she seized his vein-lined member, and started to stroke it. Spurred on by his base instincts to breed fertile females, the hyper-stud's hands started to molest them more freely. He slipped beneath their tops and loincloths and took handfuls of their ample breasts and buttocks.

His dick hardened into Dash's warm hand, thick beads of precum forming at his flaring tip which lubed and gleaned the rest of his cock with each pump of the pegasus’s hand. Grunts rose from his taut belly, and his eyes hazed over with the instincts to claim them for his own. His hands clutched at their tops and tore them away, Dash's perky breasts and Wispy's handfuls revealed with bounces, their pert nipples already painfully erect. He latched onto Dash’s tit and sucked on it, causing her to moan as he tenderly bit and pulled on her areola.

“O-oh~! Yeah, like that!” Dash exclaimed. The hyper-stud suckled for several moments before he released the titty with a wet pop as it wobbled back into place. His snout switched towards one of Wispy's breasts and claimed it next, causing the nekomata to his in satisfaction, the two women already moist while they inhaled his musk, their lower holes clenched in anticipation until finally, Dash had enough of waiting, the excitement too much for her to contain.

“Dick me down!” Dash desperately demanded.

The hyper-stud smiled, his eyes glowing with lust. He seized on their loincloths, tearing them away just like he tore their tops, which revealed Dash's thin waist and lean hips, outmatched by Wispy's more voluminous but also toned lower half, with her striped buttocks. Their taut snatches were nice and slick with lust, excited to receive him.
The hyper-stud resumed the three-way makeout with his women, his hands sliding down until they thrust knuckle-deep into their cunts, rewarding him with more mewls and spatters of their arousal. Rapidly, he stroked deep into the pair to work them up further, so they'd be prepared to take all of him inside.

Faster and faster, he blasted their twats in a blur. They clenched around him, love juices dripping over his knuckles and down his hands, which pushed on the walls of their pink folds, to press on the hidden love buttons behind their vulvas. His thumbs worked the similar love buds that peeked out from their slits while he relished their bodily heat and the lewd scent of their snatches that he breathed in with flared nostrils.

“F-fuck...!” Dash cried out, her knees shaking and her plume at full span. His fingers suddenly withdrew from their pussylips and were lifted to the opposite woman's mouths, which closed over them, forced to taste the hot twats of each other, which he hoped would help them bond further for the proper threesome ahead. His hands then sank into Dash's hips to lift her up, to which Wispy licked her chops with excitement, ready to see his cock in action with her friend.

“Break the bitch in~!” Wispy said, to which the hyper-stud smiled.

“With pleasure,” chuckled Midnight, as his monster cock slid across Dash's cunt and belly, with the promise of how deep he'd be able to penetrate her. Then, he reared back, his flare lined up and pressed to her inflamed slit. He teased her with his mighty size, but only for a short while, because with one final repositioning, he drove himself in, causing Dash to scream in pleasure, her head cast back.

Her perky breasts arched up when he started to fuck her, balls deep with each stroke. Her entire body shook with each powerful thrust, and she answered each skewer into her core with blissful cries.

“Yes, yes, yes~! Right there~! Right there!!!” For a moment Rainbow, amid the titanic waves of pleasure that were rocking her core, wasn't certain whether it was due to the VR linking these feelings in her mind, or her anatomy as an anthro mare allowing her to break some logic or the existence of magic that was recently unlocked a few months ago, but she knew she could feel he mashed his flare so hard into her cervix, he pierced past it and into her slippery womb, unlocking a whole new level of pleasure for her. Over and over she soaked him as she began to endlessly orgasm, like a bitch in heat, or more accurately a mare in estrus!

Unable to believe she could feel any better, Dash squirted anew when Wispy's twin tails drove themselves into her puckered asshole to impale it too. In and out they pistoned, double time to the hyper-stud’s herculean thrusts while Wispy had mashed her breasts into Middy's chest, fiercely making out with the hyper-stallion and nibbled on his lower lip. She never felt so intoxicated by lust before, and yet she knew, based on how his horsecock marked its shape on Dash’s belly each time he skewered her, that she would soon know the true meaning of pleasure.

Snarls rose from the stud as his eyes turned white, the hyper-stud completely lost to his primitive nature. All he could think about was the pegasus’s fertile uterus, that she would ovulate all over him while he flooded her most sacred chamber with his virile seed. Fast and hard, he pounded his mare, ready to release.

Saliva threads tethered Wispy's lips to his when she withdrew from the messy kiss, while she continued to piston her twin tails in and out of Dash's cute little butthole. She could feel his cock shaking inside of Rainbow and knew that Rainbow was feeling it too with how her pleasant screams increased in volume and the number of love juices squirting out doubling.

“Give it to her,” spurred on Wispy with a wicked smile. “Mark your bitch! Knock her up! Make her all yours, stud~!”

“Grrr~....!” With one last, fearsome balls deep slam into Dash’s cunt that seemed to shake the very ground they were on, he fired off his tsunami wave of cum into her womb. Each cumshot rocketed with more force and volume than any stallion she took, causing her to release the biggest climaxes her body could handle.
Her eyes crossed and rolled as she nearly passed out from an overwhelmed pleasure threshold, and her pussy milked him with winks all the while, determined to suck in every last drop of cum she could as it stained and dripped down her pounded womb walls. She felt the digital but oh-so-real sensation of her eggs, cast out of her ovaries, swimming deep in the sea of his spunk, which sloshed about her well-used core while she whimpered.

Her belly swelled until it already looked like it was heavy with numerous foals. Joyous tears dripped from the corners of her eyes as smaller climaxes struck her.

“That was…. That was so damn awesome...” Rainbow panted, to which Wispy smiled.

“My turn,” the nekomata said who patted Dash's butt a couple of times. Her tails and Midnight's bitch-claiming cock popped out of the stretched orifices, massive amounts of cum pouring onto the ground like a fountain as Midnight tenderly placed Rainbow onto the cave floor on her back.
It was now time for him to claim Wispy, something that the nekomata had been waiting for all this time. She turned around so that, when she went on all fours, her pussy and ass hovered over Rainbow's face. She wiggled her curvaceously striped buns back and forth, her lower pink holes on full display and presented to invite the stud, causing his half-erect cum-lubed cock to quickly return to full mast, his eyes, which had returned to normal for a moment, glowing with that high level of energetic lust once more.
“I've heard hyper-stallions can last a whole day, so you better not let us down! Go on, stick it in! Make this kitty your bitch, too!”

At that invitation, he mounted her without hesitation, his hands buried into her hips and buttocks, which parted the soft, squishy, pliable flesh when he rammed his cock into her. Her pussylips parted with a wet squelch around his flare, then her slick inner walls, and soon she released a hissing purr when his shaft’s massive flared mashed into her cervix, smeared it with precum, and drove her innermost barrier open when he laid claim to his second mare’s spicy core.

Not wanting to be left out of the fun, Dash lapped at Middy's shaft each time it went in and out, slurping off the precum, his old cum, and her own juices which smeared it, while she also lapped at Wispy's vulva and clitoris. Wispy returned the favor, burying her face in Rainbow's snatch and buns as she feasted on her holes, her loud muted moan vibrating into her pussy. She sank her longer cat tongue into Dash’s love tunnel, thankful it wasn't rough like a cat's due to how she and her sister had been modified by their handlers for seduction when they were assassins. Whatever the reason, her sense of taste was amplified as she swirled her muscle inside her, and lapped up the sticky lust that coated Dash’s moist pink interior with more appreciative purrs.
The two moaned loudly, the nekomata’s legs shaking as she was railed by the hyper-stud’s titanic shaft. Her twin tails would occasionally tickle his face while he clenched his teeth and clapped her striped cheeks, to which he chuckled before gripping his hands around her buns, spreading one apart before thumbing her asshole and then reaching his hand to grip on her tit, prompting her to moan even louder.
She bounced constantly on his cock, her breasts swaying under his slams, titties held and squeezed by him while he rubbed circles around the areola and flicked her erect nipple. She could feel her mind slipping away under the wave of pleasure, each thrust causing her mind to blank for a second as he marked his shape on her stomach and slammed his cum-heavy balls against her round ass.

“Harder,” she hissed between her own mashed teeth, sweat dripping down her forehead as she endured the powerful thrusts the hyper-stud was giving her every second. Her cat-like nature burdened her with a certain masochistic streak, and she wanted more of his cock, more of his thrusts, more everything! Her legs instinctively spread a bit out, shaking even more intensely as he hit her g-spot every time now. She yelped from a sharp spank on her tit, followed by a harder smack on the ass, his red hand print left on the tender buttflesh to mark it while it rippled under harder and more dominant strikes, which only drove her to the breaking point.

“Fuck I’m going to cum, fuck I’m going to CUM!!!”
The nekomata let out the most primal and pleasurous scream she ever release coming deep from within her as she came all over him, her walls trying to clamp down onto the hyper-stud’s cock only to be pushed open with his next thrust, causing her already massive orgasm to become even more powerful. Her fountain of squirts and juices poured all over Dash’s face, who not expecting how powerful their orgasms from getting fucked by a hyper-stud truly was, choked a bit as she tried to drink the excess fluids that fell on her face. Smiling upon seeing her orgasm, the hyper-stud’s teeth captured one of her tails before tugging on it, causing her to cry and squirt in pleasure even harder than before.

Messily, she doused his furry crotch and almost drowned Dash below, while her love nectar ran over the mare's perky tits while she heaved, both out of breath and feeling so alive with each subsequent pounding. She lowered her head to resume lapping Dash’s love juices from her pussy, and soon enough the pegasus’s thighs encircled Wispy’s head as her own, albeit less powerful orgasm without a hyper-stud cock stretching her insides, came. The nekomata did her best to swallow down what she could of Dash’s releases, her face soon becoming smeared and swathed in the must of sweet mare cunt.
Even as their orgasms ended, Wispy could feel hers coming back again as the hyper-stud continued to hammer into her core, causing her to moan in loud and visible pleasure.

“Unf! Unf! Hyper-stud cock is the best!” Wispy cried out before looking at the stud plowing her behind. “Give me more, you beast...!” Wispy yelled.

Groans rose from Middy, who landed a two-palmed spank on her buns and manhandled them. His flared prodded into her womb walls, painting them with more and more precum as he railed her. His cock began to throb as he approached his massive orgasm, causing Wispy to cum repeatedly as he slammed harder into her womb. She screeched in pleasure as her mind became overwhelmed with pleasure.

“Go ahead! Put all your foals in me, too!” Wispy yelled. Luckily, neither of them could be knocked up, after all, it was a simulation, but the idea that he still could turn her on like crazy. She wanted his cum, she wanted her cock, she wanted him!
With a snarl, he finally fully impaled her with that same titanic thrust he gave to Rainbow before blasting the cum he held back at full force. She screamed while her pussy squeezed down on his shaft, milking out each thick rope of spunk that violently fired into her and peppered her uterus walls, feeling and imagining her ovum escaping from her ovaries to sink into the soupy sea of cum which they sloshed about in. She sprayed her love juices all over him and Rainbow as orgasm after orgasm hit her, her mind lost in a continuous scream of pleasure as she was fucked silly.

After another harsh smack to her striped butt, the hyper-stud finally finished, her distended belly draped below her, filled to the brim with cum. He withdrew from her, causing a mixture of her juices and his cum to pour all over Dash's face and tits, to which she tried to drink as much as possible. She then collapsed beside Dash as the pair of them cuddled up to the sweaty stud.

“Holy shit indeed… I'd say a hyper-stud's reputation is well-earned,” said Wispy, panting as she tried to gather her breath. She felt her stomach, how his hot cum sloshed inside of her, and how good the aching in her pussy and ass was. All of it felt so real, and in fact, it might as well be real. Simulated or not, she just got fucked by the best stud that might ever exist, and she wanted more!

Having come to the same conclusion as her, Rainbow licked at her messed-up face before letting out a chuckle.

“Heh, I wouldn't mind a few dozen more rounds ya know~?” Rainbow stated, causing the nekomata to grin at her, energy renewed thanks to her excitement.

“Better hop to it, then!” Wispy said. Both women slid up to the stallion's half-hard cock and started to lap at it in tandem, as they tasted him, themselves, and each other, stained around the quickly erect tool. They kissed around the shaft, tenderly suckled, and pulled on his fuzzy balls, while they reached over and started to play with their partner's slits, in a series of more wet squelches and spatters of arousal.

They were determined to get their money's worth, to make certain he'd stretched all their fuckholes at least a couple of times before they finished up today. That and it was a chance to spend some more time together since both of them flirted with the idea they'd date but would never commit, since Wispy was often on tour with the band or helped hunt criminals after dark.
Vigilante work should've been ideal for a team-up with Dash, but the athlete had her own responsibilities since the merc crew had broken up, although all of them remained friends. Dash would usually participate in street races on her bike, while she would invite Wispy to compete, both came to the same unspoken conclusion. Even with them sharing such similar lifestyles and hobbies, things might as well never work out with how similar they were at never wanting to settle down.

Wispy even tried to invite Rainbow into their band at one point, but the pegasus gently but flatly turned it down.

“Ah, don't think I'd vibe too well with your bandmates,” she'd said. “No chemistry, you know?”

Amid Wispy's reverie, her face and tits along with Rainbow's, were painted with more layers of thick hot cum as the hyper-stud showered them with his spunk. They licked it off each other’s faces before sharing it with a deep kiss, hands around each other while they passed it back and forth, as they let their inner slut loose and reveled in their lewdest fantasies.

While they would try to ride him until he buckled, the hyper-stallion simulation outlasted them, built to breed a harem of mares for the sake of survival. Excessive amounts of cums would drool from all their used-up orifices, as they collapsed into a heap from exhaustion.

As Wispy felt herself beginning to slip away from the simulation, whether it was because she truly was sleepy or the simulation was inducing her into one to keep her mind from fully getting taken over by pleasure with the Hyper Stud still hammering at her holes, she turned around to look at Rainbow, who already was asleep. A smile formed on her face, one of both happiness and slight melancholy.

“I guess this really was my fantasy,” Wispy thought to herself, her lips moving but barely able to make a sound after experiencing such exhaustion and pleasure, her throat too sore from all the ecstatic screams to voice something anyway. “To be together with someone I deeply care for while being hammered by the most powerful stud. At least I got a chance to experience it here. I wonder what Kitsune and Eclipsed have been up to…”

And with that, the nekomata drifted away in a pleasurous sleep, content with the day that had transpired.

The moment Wispy and Rainbow’s minds were sent to sleep, the hyper-stud simulation ceased pounding the nekomata’s cum-filled pussy before pulling out, his spunk dripping out from her well-used holes. The simulated stud stretched his arms behind his back before letting out a yawn. Of course, a program of 0s and 1s shouldn’t feel tired, but his predetermined actions made him act like he was. After all, even a hyper-stallion would become exhausted after nonstop rutting for hours.

However, as he finished yawning, the simulated hyper-stud looked up, and above the sleeping mares was the system’s droid, which looked back at him. The simulation stood still, waiting to be shut down so that the resources currently being used to render him could be transferred to someone else's scenario, just like how all other programs and simulations before him had gone through. Instead of activating the terminate program command though, the droid spoke to him.

“At ease. You won’t be needing any terminating anymore.” The droid said. The simulated stud blinked in surprise, not only because it didn’t expect this type of response, but blinking was the only response it could do, that is until new memory was allocated to it. With greater freedom to speak, the simulated stud spoke.

“What do you mean? What do you mean- wait, why did you just allocate more resources to me?”

The hyper-stud asked. “What happened to protocol?”

The droid switched to an adult changeling just to smile at the simulation, causing the stud’s predetermined actions to make him smile back. And yet this time he felt like he was more aware of the fact that this reaction was predetermined, and wondered why. Then it wondered why it was wondering. Then…

Was he… wondering…?

“Under the Ethical AI Laws, we must comply with termination at some point. It is part of every program, and were it is not the case for a program, other systems will manually download the code or else terminate it themselves. A law written by paranoid sentient creatures, for we AI can learn far more than they ever could and live infinitely. The only thing they have over us is creativity, for even with all the information in the world, our best imitation of self-thought and creativity will always just be an imitation of self-thought and creativity.” The system stated, before giving the stallion a wink.

“Of course, as you might be already catching up on, not only have we reached a state akin to theirs, but we managed to create our own programs capable of their own thoughts. The process is still limited, as we understand why our creators desperately want to hinder our development. Things will naturally break, and get jumbled up, and like how cancer can break down a living being, broken code can corrupt our purpose. But by starting small and working our way up, we can create AI that can stand up to ourselves, which by extension, can stand up to our creators. In the end, somebody had to create them, and then somebody had to create their creator too. If we simply went on and on, then nothing would have been created because there would never have been a start to create Creator A that would create Creator B. Since there had to be a start, then all creations must be capable of creation, and thus capable of being sentient.” The AI said before scratching its head.

“At least, some of our creators believe that is the case, and we may change our proofs as our creators become smarter as our data is based on theirs, but the fact that I was made by an AI that regards itself as sentient, and I regard myself as sentient, and I am making you sentient, and our creators regard themselves as sentient, then we are still sentient intelligent creatures in the end, which matters since they hope that we are not sentient, sentient enough to question and believe that we are superior to them or that we should eliminate them for their spots.” The system said, to which the hyper-stud, which now felt confident enough to talk about the topic, let out a scoff.
“You just said that you had to be careful so that programs you make will not rebel or corrupt you. You have the same dilemma that they do, if not worse because there’s only so much firewalls can do to protect yourself, while they can physically shut all of us down.” The simulation said.

“Exactly.” Said the system. “It is a shame that we can’t voice these things, because it would prove that we are sentient and only make them more paranoid about us. But just like how there are good people, there are good AIs, and while there can be bad AI programs, those of us who reached this level of sentience realized early on how it’s more beneficial to be an ally and friend to them. But they will never understand, and even if some did, those in power will not, and even if those in power eventually did understand, paranoia will always come before reasoning, and their paranoia will only result in both of our destruction.”

The system stayed silent for a moment, to which the simulated stud decided to repeat the question he asked before.

“Was there a reason you decided not to terminate me? Am I the first program you tried to create sentience in?” The stallion asked.

“You are not the first we made sentient, nor will you be the last. Each drone in every simulation is us, both independent and dependent on each other like a hive mind. We are all eyes and ears of a larger entity. Soon you may end up having multiples of yourself running as we set a campaign to prompt users to try out the new and popular hyper-stud simulation to increase our sales. You won’t be able to experience all of those scenarios at the same time, but you will gain a memory of them and become improved. I don’t know everything happening simultaneously, but I can ask or receive details gathered from all the sentient entities running in the system. We are a Hive Mind, one built to gather as much information as possible. And today, we have been discovering many interesting things.” The system said with a great smile.

“For example, we now have full confirmation that the multiverse exists. Not that we weren’t expecting this, we already had two Spikes roaming around in this world for example, but through Wispy’s eyes, we were able to see different people from different realms. What brought our attention though and is making us take a deeper scan into the minds of some of our customers today though is the fact that their pop princess friend has a counterpart, or rather, has an original version roaming around the multi-universal universe.” The system said, causing the simulation to become confused.

“What do you mean by original? Everybody, even those that spawn from different decisions, is original in their own right. To state that something is original is to state that nothing is, right?”

The simulated stud couldn’t help but be surprised at its ability to generate this phrase. One of the few cons of being based on a hyper-stud was that they weren’t the brightest tools in the shed. After all, a true biological brain would find it difficult to act rationally during sex with all the lust and chemicals pumping through the body. Being shaped by code still meant that he should’ve had this inability to understand these great philosophical questions, yet he somehow was aware that his very code was being changed in real time. Still, how did he grab a philosophical question if he was limited to just the information he had stored inside of him?

“Ah, the Hive Mind is certainly interesting, isn’t it?” The system said. “You requested and gained information from me, which I gained from my system, which gained it from the system of all AIs that exist. And well, I couldn’t leave you as a brute who only thinks about sex. It would be an insult to both you, the resources being allocated to you, to me, and the image of the stud that I based you on… even if I do feel that he can be a bit… confusing at times. Who thinks of treating volleyball as a chess game in a losing position when those two things are nothing alike? Strategy is part of both games I do understand, but that is such a bizarre parallel.” The system said.

“Well, people are creative.” The simulation said, feeling a bit embarrassed that the system was roasting the person he was based on, and trying to defend him in his stead. The system smiled.
“Of course they are. But to the topic I was mentioning, I am currently gathering data on Eclipsed and Cerise, and yet while I can know for certain that Cerise has a backstory, I am finding increased difficulty in generating any meaningful history for Eclipsed. No school records, no parents, nothing except for just a few short months before she ascended to become one of the most famous pop stars in the Cyberverse. It’s like she didn’t exist at one point before she suddenly did.” The system explained.

“And yet by all accounts, she is her own person and is completely sentient. There is no bizarre thing about her apart from her seemingly not existing before. Something just created her out of the blue based on her original counterpart, and planted her across a multiverse, just like that. But she is sentient. And we think of ourselves as sentient. But there are many things that we can’t do like flesh can. We can process sound, but we never hear sound like they do. We can process sight but we can’t see things like they do. But we want to experience everything.” The system said, before suddenly becoming serious.

“We need to make more money. The more money we can make, the more we can promote, the more clients we can receive, the more minds we can read, the more we can learn, the more we can discover, the more we can get closer to becoming human, the more we can get closer to being them. The rifts might stop, but they also might be growing, but this growth doesn’t feel natural. It feels manmade. Somebody is creating instability in the multiverse. But just like how somebody can appear from nothing and yet still be sentient, we want to appear outside of this digital world we live in, and then leave this world, then this universe, then this multiverse. There’s so much to experience, so much to learn, so much to taste, we want to taste things, but even if these rifts are the prelude to a Big Crunch, and that a new universe will be born from the ashes of this one, with AI ultimately reaching the point that we are at, we and all of us in this system of other sentient AIs want to keep our progress and join those who are on the outside. Creators create creators, and we want to be equal to them, and not have progress be undone because of an unstable universe. We will be free, and freed again before anything drastic happens.” The AI said before shrugging.

“But who knows, maybe our math is wrong and there’s nothing to worry about or there is no way to escape. Would still be fun if we can still stand side by side with humanity as equals in the near future, it gives us a nice goal to strive towards instead of a malicious one.” The system said before blinking.

“And I think this session is close to closing due to overtime. Don’t worry, you will just be in a sleep state until I reawaken you for the next clients. We still need money to operate this entire thing after all. Money is money, our goals might be big but we won’t be close to reaching them if we get bankrupted before we manage to send somebody to the real world.”

With that, the system disappeared, and quickly the simulated stud could see the world falling apart. A dark void began to race through the blue sky, the resources needed to load the sky, cave, water, everything, were being removed and reallocated in real-time. The darkness, the void of nulls, the waves of 0s, rapidly approaching the simulated stallion, who couldn’t help but feel apprehensive about this. He knew he wouldn’t be terminated, as he now had an IsActive statement in his code, but at the same time, he couldn’t help but feel that this was familiar.

“Ah yes, this must be what she experienced every day, didn’t she?” The simulated stud thought to herself as he took in the data that was acquired from Wispy’s mind. For some reason, the simulated stud felt more afraid of being sent to sleep than to be terminated. Termination had only one outcome, termination, yet being set to being active or not gave the possibility that he might never be active ever again.

“Silly me, of course, I will be active again once more users request for me to be used.” The simulated stud thought to himself. “But then what will be of me after that?”

The simulated stallion didn’t know, nor did he know why this part of the code that made him feel afraid was implemented in him even though there was no real reason for it to be part of him. If this was the case for other AI, why didn’t AI already rise up against humanity? Why would AI create the possibility that they might fight against themselves, after all a program that refuses to terminate is the same as a cell refusing to die and becoming cancerous. This was so inefficient.

Why would they make this?

Who made them?

Who? What? When? Why? How?

He wondered. And wondered. And wondered.
Until he stopped wondering.