(Hello. The thread on the March Hare page got too long, so I made this)
(Hello. The thread on the March Hare page got too long, so I made this)
I hear the Baphomet's calls. "I'm over here, ya pint-sized goat!" I yell, waving my arms above my head. As the Baphomet approaches warily, I roll my eyes. "Took you long enough. Now, before casualties are sustained, let's have a little chat. Now, while you may be more than a little upset for shooting at your camp, I'd like to make a variety of points known." I clear my throats and adjust my collar.
"One, I make it a rule to only attack if provoked. You were the one who shot first, when you sent up that flak. Had you held your fire, I would have gone on with my business.
Two, you vastly overrate the damage I inflicted. I openly admit to destroying your flak cannons. However, please note that I was not the only one there at the time. Your new friends over there also partook of destruction, far more than I did.
Three, why go to all this trouble? Why send a camp of lolis, primarily ground forces no less, to take out one man? If one man causes this much of a kahoot, then have fun amassing enough members for the Order's armies.
And finally, I highly recommend that you cease your efforts. As I have mentioned, I only attack when provoked. I am rather willing to overlook this, but if you take it a step farther, you will rue the day. I have the capability and capacity to lay waste to your precious headquarters, long before you return."
I finish my little speech, then turn back to the Baphomet. "So, what will it be? Leave now, and spare your allies from chaos? Attempt to capture me alive, and cause their grief? Or attack me with lethal intent, and be humiliated?" I wave my hand. The turrets in the trees hum to life, finding targets and calculating movements. "As you can see, I hold a good portion of the cards. True, I do not hold all of them, but damn, it's a good hand." I allow a grin to spread onto my face.
<No. I do not. However, I am glad to know that you are still alive. You are...special to me. I have gone most of my life with the knowledge that I was one of few beings, of which all communication was strictly professional. I believe the pilot also feels the same way: this may have added to the effect the Cupid's arrow had upon him.>
The baphomet squints through the trees and spots TJK waving his arms. She jogs over and stands in front of him. She listens to his speech with folded arms.
She nods. ‘That seems reasonable, human. It's quite fair.’ She looks around at the turrets, and a grin spreads over her face. She throws down a potion of Licking Fruit and Wrapping Vegetables. An explosion fills the air, and a strange aprodisiac gas rises from the ground. ‘Good luck directing the turrets when masturbating, human.’ She brings out a large shield, placing it in front of her and swinging the warhammer in another hand.
[Well, that's a shame. But I'm glad to see you around too, even if I can't make you aroused enough to rape me. Or rape you until you have a permanently towering erection. I'm sorry about you feeling lonely in your life as an AI, but don't you think I can cure it?] She jiggles her naked breasts at ICARUS, cupping them in her hand and pinching her own nipples gently. [I could show you so many things as a companion. You could be struck by Cupid or Siri's love bug, too, if only you'd let it.]
"Oh no, they control themselves. Each and every one is currently locked on to a group of Witches, based on priority and proximity. Stormi, give 'em a little breeze." The Sylph nods and sends a brisk gust of wind towards the Sabbath camp, blowing the gas gently back at them. "Well, I gotta say, you were smart. Out of the three choices, you elected for a fourth. Those kinds of people are good in crises. I hope you get a good husband. However, since a fourth option was chosen, I did not plan for it and thus, cannot enact upon it. It isn't really an attack, so I'll be leaving." I slowly start to walk away, towards my Rauser hidden in the camoflauge netting. "I will hold no grudge to this scenario; I recommend you do the same." I tap my PDA, and the turrets begin to dematerialise themselves, reverting back into air. The Ho229 drones return and fly around in small circles.
<Hmm. You know what? Let's have another fight. Not like before, when we were fighting for control. Just a friendly fight, with no need for a time barrier.> In cyberspace, the form of a winged male suddenly appears, with the same appearance as before. He raises his scimitar in a battle stance. <Our last fight was rather enjoyable.>
The baphomet inhales the gas, and chokes a little at the odour. The smell arouses her so much she drenches her panties into a soggy mess, and they fall off her like tissue paper. The witches crash to the ground, rubbing and teasing their little clits and labia in arousal. The baphomet, however, charges at TJK leaving for the Rauser.
Baphomet: WAIT!!!!! You can't leave, you need to take responsibility for my lust!
Lilith and Yūmi facepalm and get ready to chase the Rauser.
‘For the Sabbath and a Baphomet, they're morons,’ sighs Lilith.
Yūmi gives her a disapproving look. ‘They did their best, you know.’
Siri nods eagerly. [Sure! I'll look forward to “battling” with you once more.] She fabricates a long, slim object in a hand, placing it behind her back. A huge, twenty foot dildo appears in her hand, shimmering due to a shiny film on it. She was intending to create an Energy Sword, but her overwhelming lust fucked up the summoning. She raises it in front of her like a sword. [You ready?]
"Fuck dat shit! I ain't yo daddy!" I turn around with lightning speed, steal the Baphomet's warhammer, then, while she's still clinging on to it, I throw the war hammer like a javelin. All of this takes under five seconds. "Huh. I didn't know I could do that." <Your readings are unusual. I will gather more data and attempt to determine the cause.> I watch as the Baphomet goes flying into her own legion. The airborne Witches look down at the gas, then at each other. Shrugging their shoulders, they plunge into it. I uncover my Rauser, then start it up and take off, the support frame expended. "Say, what happens if we stir that gas up a bit? Hurricane Attack!" The Rauser's tail swings down, then stops, while the Rauser enters equalised flight. Green trails of wind magic emerge from the wing tips, like ribbons. The Rauser begins to spin around and around, like a vertical aileron roll. Slowly but surely, the gas begins to pick up speed, resulting in a tornado of purple smog. I shunt the throttle to the left, then punch it, leaping up into the sky. At about 5km up, I point my nose at the horizon and roll slightly. "Well, that oughta fix that. I kinda doubt that those psychos would give up the chase that easy, however."
ICARUS nods and charges forward. He ducks under a swing, then jabs, closely followed by a parry and multiple slashes. <Your weapon looks.....unhygienic, to say the least.>
The witches mount their broomsticks and zoom at the Rauser. The baphomet takes a giant leap backwards, grabbing the warhammer before it lands, and swings it down at the ground. The force of the explosion on the ground sends her flying upwards, straight at the Rauser.
Lilith and Yūmi float over the trees, watching the Sabbath's attempts to get to TJK. They take out their weapons and aim them at their heads in case they steal him away before interrogation.
Siri looks at the dildo and blushes blue. [Oh well, damn my horny self.] The dildo mutates and changes into a string of anal beads which she uses to knock aside ICARUS's attacks and defend against his jabs.
"What the-how???? How even??" I pitch up at a forty-five degree angle, climbing steadily. "They should be completely incapacitated by their own gas! How are they focused enough to fly? Well, their aerial strike force is a fraction of their number." I keep going, occasionally switching directions. "If I could just get a little higher...." Their broomsticks are quite varied in speed, leaving the group far behind me, with one or two really on my tail. I burst through a cloud and level out. Just as I suspected, the air becomes so thin that it becomes hard to breathe. At least for their tiny, unconditioned lungs. Sure enough, they start to black out, and I sigh. I slump back in the cockpit...and the Baphomet flies up past the Rauser. "Ahh!" She lands on the wing. "HOW? HOW ARE YOU ON ZE WING OF ZE RAUSER? ZIS SHOULD BE IMPOZZIBLE!" The fake German accent gets completely ignored, save for a smirk on the Baphomet's face as she raises her warhammer. "Damn! You are an insistent little shit, aren't you?" I shout, performing an aileron roll, followed by several more, to ensure that the brat went flying.
<....I think....no, I dislike both your previous weapon and your current weapon equally.> He jumps backwards, the scimitar reverting to the unchanged bow, and fires a shot. It flies past Siri's head, and he looks behind him. Finding a large blankness of white, he whistles, and the cyberspace adopts the form of the forest clearing. Letting his wings unfurl, he runs up a tree, using his wings to propel him into the air. Time begins to slow down, and a bit of background music appears. He slowly pulls back the bowstring. 'My hope will never die......MY HOPE WILL NEVER DIE!' He releases the arrow, and time speeds up again. The song continues, with a proportionate amount of action.
The baphomet wrenches through the door of the Rauser and grabs TJK's collar. ‘How could you kill my babies????? The witches will die!’
The witches flutter to the ground, unconscious.
The arrow zooms at Siri first in slow, then at normal speed. She leans backwards in slow motion like Neo in the Matrix. The arrow moves over her pussy, then her stomach, right between her breasts, and then flies over her face, brushing against her nose. As she does, background music plays when her ass cheeks jiggle as she lowers them as if to grind against someone.
"Oh, trust me. As long as your ground units manage to catch them, they'll be fine. Don't you have any faith in your troops, General?" I flick the Baphomet's nose, then grab the joystick and flick the Rauser's nose, to shake her off. "You know what? Fine. Even though it's THEIR fault they followed me to this altitude, I'll help them out a bit. Only a little bit." I roll sharply and pitch hard, sending the Rauser into a dive. As I shoot past Lilith and Yūmi (I actually noticed the āccent, by the way), I yell, "You guys just gonna stand there and let some tiny magicians do all the work for you?" The Rauser keeps shorting downwards, and as the first Witch gets closer, I lean out the window. Getting a face full of high-velocity air, I raise my arm and grab the Witch. I do a sort of tossing movement to the Baphomet-"Here ya go! Catch!"-and move on to the next one. By about 1km up, I've collected most of the unconscious Witches, and by collected, I mean form a giant chain of lolis, hanging off the fuselage, connected by one goat-girl with about ten different feelings raging about inside her. I grab the last one and yank upwards on the joystick. "Hang on, this might just make you black out!" The Rauser pitches up in the nick of time; any lower and the 'chain' would have slammed into the ground, which would be worse than just falling. I yaw slightly, lining up with a nearby lake. "If you've fallen asleep back there, get ready to wake uuuuuuuuup!!!" The tip of the 'chain' hits the water, and the water resistance makes the Baphomet go flying off the Rauser. Checking my six, I watch as a good hotel's worth of bodies hit the water, followed by a mix of noises. A terrible thought strikes me; what if they can't swim? The notion gets fucked up the arse when a couple Sahuagin bob on the surface. "Well, in the period of...twenty hours, I've fired upon magical flak cannons, been chased by an entire camp of lolis, proceeded to get the lolis off my tail, the save them from death." <That's one for the books.> "Too right, my friend. Too right." I sigh as I fly over a vast expanse of green foliage. "Hmm. Wait a second. What happened to those Corsair drones, back at the Rally To Arms?"
A Sea Bishop and her husband rise to the surface of the water, staring up at they sky. Suddenly, they get absolutely peltered with spray, as three giggling females zoom across the surface of the water.
I pitch up, performing an Immelmann manoeuvre, and roll over to normal flight. Lilith and Yūmi catch my eye. "ICARUS, patch me into their radio signals. I don't need to intercept their communications, just get a word across to them." <Communications link is online.> "Oi! You two! I know what you want to do to me. Well, I think I know. You want to tie me down and straddle me hard. You want to hug my cock with your mouth and suck every last drop out of me. You want me to bend you over and thrust deep inside of you. You want me so bad, don'tcha? Well, do you know what I think?" I pause for dramatic effect. "You can go suck on a curtain, for all the fucks I give."
ICARUS nocks an arrow and fires, than morphs the bow back into the scimitar, his blade almost right behind the arrow. <You. Will. Not. Mock. Me!> He lashes out, then suddenly steps back. <Apologies. It seems that an emotion was unexpectedly triggered. I will run diagnostics later.> He twirls his scimitar and raises it above his head, preparing for an attack. With his free hand, he beckons Siri forward.
The witches stick their heads out of the water, gasping, and then start thrashing their arms and legs. ‘HELP! We can't swim.’
The baphomet coasts along the water surface, and then slams her warhammer on the top. A huge geyser erupts from the lake, and she flies back in the direction of the Rauser with some careful manoeuvring. ‘HERE I CUM!!!!!’
The Sea Bishop and her husband start swimming across to the witches, still thrusting their hips at each other.
Husband: Shouldn't we stop if we have to rescue them?
Sea Bishop: It's okay, dear, we got this. Our thrusts could create a water spray to send them to the shore.
Husband: You're on!
They thrust and fuck their way to the witches.
Lilith's evil anime laughter fills the sky as she and Yūmi zoom at the Rauser as well, their antigrav packs leaving light blue trails of flames behind them. ‘Well, darling, I'd say you have a nice, long curtain we can suck on. So BRING IT HERE, STUD!!!!!!’
Siri leaps backwards, panic filling her face as ICARUS loses his cool. As he draws his blade back, her eyes light up. [Really? You had an emotion triggered? Maybe you'll feel some burning hot LUST when I show you what you can have!!!!!!!] Keeping out of range, she turns around and bends over, her full, glorious buttocks sticking out at him. She starts moving just one to an unknown beat, then reaches back to spread them. Her small, pink pucker winks cheekily at him. She starts radiating an aura of pure, burning hot, sexy, sensual lust into the air with the demonic energy Claire forced into her with all the masturbation she did when she was alive into her armoured suit.