(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)
"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.
(Oh. I meant for the Sea Bishops to be in the ocean, back at the Rally To Arms event where the mamono hastily formed a crude navy. But okay.)
I sigh and open the cockpit canopy. "If I had the Bomb body, I could probably drop a modified bomb to help you. However, I am currently being tailed by two psychos who either want to take my virginity or my life." The Baphomet goes flying past. "Make that three!" I cut throttle and stall, falling out of the sky. At the last moment, I boost forward, sending me skimming over the trees. Shots race past the cockpit, and an old memory gets shoved into my vision. The memory takes over my sight, and I roll to the left and bank hard, my sights swinging onto the duo. Instantly, I fire, bullets streaming from my wings. "Die! You would dare to face me?" I dip into the trees, leaves filling the view. I pitch up slightly and punch the throttle, emerging from the foliage. "GET OUT OF MY SKY!" My guns keep firing as I zoom towards the duo, like aerial jousting. <Sir, you are exhibiting abnormal brain activity.> "I told you, Hermacht, I don't need your help!" <Oh, no. Performing bioscan.>
ICARUS suddenly stands still, his eyes filled with static. <This is unusual. The pilot appears to be experiencing a flashback, accompanied by schizophrenia. From his performance, I doubt your friends are not likely to survive. He's shot down rubber balloons for leisure. He will probably be more focused when he believes that his life depends on his flying.> He shakes his head and looks up. <You really are trying your best, aren't you?> He leaps over her, seeking to surprise her with a blow to the face, but Siri's aura disrupts his leap. He hits the ground awkwardly, his wings getting a little roughed up. <What...what is this?> He points an accusing finger at Siri. <You vile snake! I should...> He places his hand on his knee and pushes himself to his feet. A moment after he stands up, he hits the ground again. <How...why...> He places his hands on the ground to push himself up, his back to the sky. <This is not an-Hggh!-an ideal situation...>
((Fine, it's not too late to change where the Sea Bishops are, really.))
The Baphomet flies past the Rauser, and turns around in midair, but she's moving too fast. She swings the hammer around, squealing in anger, and points it at the vehicle. ‘STAAAAAWWWWWWPPPPP!!!!!’
Lilith and Yūmi swing in and out of the hailstorm of bullets, Hardlight Shields appearing in front of them and the Armour Lock powerup ready in their hands.
Yūmi blinks. ‘He's really getting into the spirit of things.’
Lilith deflects some bullets to the sides, and draws her legs up to avoid those directed at her feet. ‘He's experiencing dementia praecox. Isn't this awesome? He'll fight dangerously now!’
Siri turns around again and shoves her buttocks in his face once more. [Snake? The only snake here is the big one in your pants. Is it big and black? I don't care about what your pilot is doing, my other friends are fine. They shouldn't die this soon. Even if they do, you and I will continue to exist, trapped in virtual battle forever. Me trying to fuck you, you avoiding me with your hard body brushing against mine several times ... ooooooohhhhh, I'm getting wet just thinking about it!] She takes one hand away from her ass and starts groping between her legs to find her wet, exposed slit, long trails of sticky, moist fluids with a surprisingly pleasant, fruity scent hanging out of both her lips, stretching to the floor like stalactites.
ICARUS begins to chuckle. It slowly gets louder, turning into a full-blown guffaw. <SIKE!> He beats his wings, sending a flurry of feathers at Siri. When the metaphorical dust clears, ICARUS is standing upright, wielding the MeeM gun. "NEEEEEEEEEEIN...." <Get syringed, bitch!> "OKTOBERFEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEST!"
I keep firing, my blood thumping in my ears. The enemy Spitfires were flying right at me, firing their autocannons. I held down the throttle and kept going. Suddenly, I smashed right into one of the Spitfires. I blinked...and Lilith was tumbling down to earth. "What the-ICARUS?" <Way ahead of you. Yūmi has diagnosed you with dementia praecox. Basically, it's like a flashback combined with schizophrenia.> "So, I got triggered?" <That is a crude way of saying it, yes.> "Okay."
Siri holds the dildo in front of her like a sword, preparing to impale the male figure at the end who is the muzzle of the weapon on it. [Get penetrated, horny perverts!]
Yūmi flies down and grabs Lilith's hand. ‘I think our friend is experiencing a flashback. He's got a form of dementia. I just hope it's Claire's murder getting to him.’ She discreetly wipes away a tear.