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❪ test drive: #2 ❫ THE OVERFLOW
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THE PROLOGUE There is urgency in the Orbiters' request. Refugees currently in El Nysa are asked via mass message to please return to Thesa Station virtual reality area immediately. Zasere tells them that the next set of Refugees are scheduled to wake, but there's been an issue. On Thesa, refugees will find that the people in stasis are still apparently trapped in slumber. Most of them are complete strangers, but there's a chance you may recognize a familiar face or two. Normally, these people would wake up from their pods without issue, but due to a malfunction caused by the unforeseen force during The Descent, they have to go through extra measures to make this possible. Those in slumber require extra stimulation, something to keep their minds active. What better than a simulation of an area of El Nysa? Keeping their minds active requires an extremely involved simulation. Those subjected to the VR (prospective characters) will find themselves completely immersed in their new environment, believing themselves to be native Olympians. To wake up from the simulation, characters must work together to accomplish a certain objective(s) in the icy tundra. Characters in-game will be aware that this is a simulation, but this is good practice for properly interacting with El Nysa natives, isn't it? PROMPT: WINTER CAME  The wind in the icy wasteland is bitter and frigid. You are wrapped up in a winter coat, but even still, the cold bites at your skin and leaves you yearning for a warm fire. Perhaps you're a merchant from the city, here to make a delivery, or you're a royal guard, sent to patrol the area. Who are you? The sky is the limit. One thing is certain — you won't snap out of your new identity until you finish a task. 1. Due to the vast diversity of the creatures on El Nysa and the fact that new ones are constantly being discovered, an important objective is to carefully chronicle different species. Unfortunately, to research these new species, they happen to need more than just a visual. More than just fleeting glances in over a snowy hill. Researchers are constantly looking for ways to secure...  3. You are stuck in a dilemma. On one hand, you are set to work for Olympia. One the other, you're not completely sure what is really expected of you, or who the man who gave you this mission truly is.When you come to, you will awaken in Thesa Station. All will be explained to you by Zasere or Sael via telepathic link. Your world is no more. The Storm has consumed it. We offer proof in the Observation Deck if you desire it, but it won't be an easy thing to stomach. We offer you a new life, in our planet of El Nysa. We just ask for your help in maintaining the vitality of El Nysa. What can we offer you in exchange for your help? PROMPT: STASIS UNIT  You have found the massive section of Thesa known as the Stasis Unit. There’s no special access required to access this part of Thesa Station, but refugees are warned that it may not be for the faint of heart. Here, in large pods that nearly cover every square inch of the space, are all of the people the Orbiters have managed to rescue. Your loved ones, your greatest enemy, your next door neighbor— you might find them here. These people are in a state of deep cryosleep. Due to the damaging effects of The Storm, their bodies are not yet ready to be awoken. PROMPT: GET REKT  The Orbiters have noticed that some of the refugees really miss their video games. The technology in El Nysa could be much worse, but it definitely leaves much to be desired. Which is why, after expressing relief that everyone awoke safely, the Orbiters have decided to provide a little fun in the form of video game competitions. Anything from old-timey arcade machines to state-of-the-art computers, consoles, and VR headsets (though you may be a little tired of VR right now...) is available, and yes, they have your favorite games! Enjoy PAC-MAN, Starcraft 2, or perhaps Dance Dance Revolution! Teach a friend how to play. Get unnecessarily angry and competitive. Most importantly, have fun. Keep fourthwalling to a minimum, please. Recommended playing: QWOP PROMPT: OMAGE
Upon receiving your mobile phone, you will be asked to set a username. Voila, you can now access the network! You can choose to send a message to the entire network, specific usernames, or you can try out the Orbiters’ service, Omage, which connects you to a random user. They thought this might be a good way for their new guests to make friends with each other...
Connecting to server... PROMPT: WILDCARD
You are welcome to write any scenarios in Thesa Station! Characters have been granted temporary access to the Observation Room, and are encouraged to study it carefully.
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with his own body so close to hers, he can feel the cold metal of her arm against his chest as she moved it. while he'd of course noticed the arm before, it never gave him much pause; there's perhaps something strange about the fact that he hadn't really found it striking or unusual immediately. still, his mind remains focused on his fingers, which have gone from rubbing to pumping in and out, too engrossed in the resulting movements of her body to care about much else.
...up until a point. the fact that her hand has stopped stroking him has hardly gone unnoticed, though the solution to that problem seems simple enough in his mind. his fingers stop as he pulls his hand out, re-positioning himself and his hips. while one arm still holds her by the back, the other lifts her leg up by the crook of her knee, giving himself better access as he moves the tip of his cock to her entrance. he presses against it without truly entering, almost as if gauging her reaction. ]
Let's just get this over with. [ it doesn't sound too convincing given how eager he's become, but part of himself is still rationalizing all this in the back of his mind as an act of desperation, not pleasure. and... to a certain extent he's right, but it's definitely gone behind what was truly necessary at this point. ]
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zero's breathing becomes heavier, her voice becomes octaves higher as the pleasure becomes more intense. she focuses solely what he dos to her, her eye squeezed shut — no, just a little bit more, and she can come like this. she doesn't think about how she's going to have to eat her words for teasing him earlier, for believing he's a virgin (because really, who has time to be a gentleman in a situation like this)... but the fact that he proves her wrong is nothing she can complain about. her body praises him in ways her own filthy words could never, responding favorably; and every time he feels her just right, her entire person shudders, encouraging him to give, and give, and give. ]
Fuck, I'm— [ close, she wants to say, but the momentum comes to an abrupt stop when he pulls his fingers away. ] You ass...
[ even her protest sounds half-hearted, if only because she knows what's coming next. zero moves her prosthetic arm out of the way, allowing archer to maneuver her at first. the blunt of his cock is teasing at her entrance, and that's his first mistake: giving her a chance to react.
she shoots him a mischievous look before shifting her hips roughly against him. her
It'll be "over with" when I say... got it?
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even if she does nothing overt to demonstrate it, archer still absolutely gets the feeling that she's gloating. it's a weird thing to think about at this point, but it nags at the back of his mind all the same. even if just for a moment, he wants at least some satisfaction that this entire thing hasn't just gone exactly as she wanted. ]
Complaining, even now? [ though for whatever reason, he hardly minds the griping anymore. though he's known her for all of five minutes, he can tell there's not much bite behind the harsh words. no, that's not quite right. if he had to put it into words, she was just a naturally vulgar person... when looking at it that way, her attitude from the get go makes more sense.
but the impression that he'd gotten a read on her was a mistake, as it caused him to lower his guard; something she immediately takes advantage of. the fact that he hadn't seen it coming only makes the
his hips quickly begin to match her movements, without much hesitation or build. if anything, the only word that could describe the rocking of his hips into hers as aggression. even with a cold breeze still permeating the area, he can feel the warmth of her sweat every time their faces brush against one another, her hair beginning to linger and stick to him. and yet, despite all that, she still finds it in herself to goad him. ]
Worry more about yourself than me.
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she's not a totally difficult person to get a read on, except for the need for this this runs more deeply than shallow desire for her. an intoner's sexual drive is a force to be reckoned with, and it's only archer's piss-poor luck that he's the first here to experience it personally. regardless, this is far more than what she expected out of archer, especially because he'd been so against it in the beginning. his quip earns him a half-moan, half-laugh. ]
Don't give me a reason to complain, then.
[ for example, doing exactly what he's doing right now. her moans are light except for when their hips meet just right, causing her to throw her head back and grind down. she tries to say "don't move," but it only comes off as a stuttered breath against his ear— perhaps the only time she's shown any vulnerability due to raw desperation. it feels fucking good, but she can't bring herself to tell him that. well, it's not like she needs to...
it's getting a little too hot now; where their skins glisten with sweat, she feels the much cooler winter breeze causing her to shudder against him. doesn't fucking know whether it's a blessing or a curse.
zero finds herself smirking, untwisting her arms from his neck so he can have a good look at her. worry about herself, huh? yeah, sure. she shifts her weight to either of her knees, allowing herself more leverage. and she fucks herself on his cock. it's not so much to bring herself to climax so much as it's to see how much he can last when she's in full control of the pace. call it another way to goad him. what can she say? his reaction's just too good.
but it's just as intense for her; her movements are as frenzied as her breathing, the sound she makes, and the hissed cursing that comes right along with it. at this rate, she'll come close again. ]
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it's going to suck when he wakes up from vr and realizes he's at like 1/999 mp again. ]
I'll try not to. [ somehow, he's pretty sure it's impossible to entirely satisfy her. not that he won't try.
while he may be doing his best to act like he's not enjoying this, it's getting harder to convince himself that he isn't on some level. he couldn't stop himself now even if he wanted to; he's entirely lost control of this situation. every time their hips meet his mask slips further, especially as she gets more into the act herself. the more she shows she's enjoying this, the more his body instinctively reacts to confirm the same.
when she lets go of his neck, he glances at her a bit quizzically. as absurd as it may be, he actually finds himself missing that lingering contact. instead, he gets a good look at the smirk on her face, taunting him as if to say this still isn't enough for her. ]
At the very least, save your comments for afterwards.
[ she can complain all she wants once they're done and have survived this. for a good while he allows her to take control, doing nothing but matching her frenzied pace. it's easy enough to tell what she's doing - she wants him to give in first, as if she's proving a point she's been trying to make all along.
and as irritating as that may be, it's working. bravado aside, he can already begin to feel himself overflowing, reaching his limits. he actually tries to slow their pace for a moment to catch his breath, only to find zero has no intent of letting him do just that. so he rethinks his approach entirely, deciding to simply go all out. his own pace intensifies, his thrusts beginning to lose any sense of rhythm in favor of simply moving in and out as quickly as he can. he knows he won't last, but he'll at least take her as far as he can before he gives out. ]
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unlike him, though, zero openly enjoys this. she may have little regard for archer (and the people she sleeps with in general), but a good fuck is still a good fuck. in particular, she's entertained by his mild bashfulness; he might be giving her some small indications that he's only doing this out of necessity, but the body doesn't lie. every time she drops her hips on him, she feels the muscles of his groin flex to meet her. there's eagerness there that neither of them can express through their banter, and archer can't hide it no matter how hard he tries to stay "composed." who does he think he is, anyway? ]
What... [ zero gasps, stifling a moan in the process. ] You- you wanna have pillow talk afterwards? Hah... how did I know you're a softie.
[ and shit, she's close. zero can feel the fires flickering inside her, and it's smoking up, threatening to burn. she's placed either of her hands on his chest now, squeezing at the fabric there into her fists as she continues to slam her hips down, each time her moans become louder, more desperate — and as she reaches the threshold of her climax, she leans forward and grinds down once again, pressing bodies as close together as possible, her body tensing up in the process. the movement of her hips become reduced to intense, circular motions as she curses fuck, fuck fuckfuck— he'd feel her
she rides out the long seconds, unable to formulate any thought or words, focusing only on how he feels as she gyrates her hips keep the friction aimed at a sensitive spot inside and outside of her. and once she's spent herself on his dick, she continues to move, albeit notably weaker now... for one of two reasons: one, maybe she's generous and wants him to come also; or, two, maybe This Is Just Not Enough. stay tuned for more... ]
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archer knows all too well that it's pointless for him to try to maintain any composure. doing so would just make him seem more ridiculous at this point. he's already surrendered to his more primal urges, lulled into it both by circumstance and his own pride. some part of him might even remember that this is all fake; a simulation created for some ridiculous purpose. but that doesn't really matter - that doesn't change what is happening at this moment, as he realizes he can't hold on any longer.
feeling her hands gripping his chest is the last stimulation he needs, pushing him that last step over the edge. it takes him a moment to realize that she's reached her breaking point as well, though that fact just removes any last inhibitions he might have had left. he simply lets go inside of her, knowing it doesn't matter anyway - none of this is really happening. his entire body tenses up as he draws back and then forward again, a few final pumps of his hips relieving any last tension left.
he arms, still cradling and holding her up, slacken a bit, realizing he'd been clutching at her more intently than he had intended. the fact that she had kept moving even after finishing is somewhat amazing - it's not like he's really lacking in stamina, but her appetite for this far outstrips his. after everything is all said and done though, he no longer even has the energy to find that annoying.
instead, once he's managed to finally catch his breath, pressing her further against the wall behind her to help support her weight, he lets out a wry chuckle. ]
Wasn't I promised pillow talk? [ :( ]
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it doesn't matter if he comes inside her. hell, if were a problem, perhaps she'd have been more careful and not solicit this out of damn guy. and while zero lacks the knowledge of who and what she truly is - that is, a corpse reanimated by a goddamn flower - she's at least aware that she's unable to bear child for whatever reason. it's probably or the best. so, she welcomes it— archer's climax only intensifies and prolongs her own. she moans something close to his name, or maybe it's just some more profanity (or maybe even both), and somewhere on the back of her mind, she's wondering if archer is even his real name. well... whatever.
luckily, the fight in her fades right along with that fleeting high; she's still twirling her hips very lightly while he's still hard in her, wanting more on an extremely basic, instinctive level, even though her mind and body is momentarily spent. ] — Huh?
[ it takes her a short moment to register what he said, but it manages to bring a smirk out of her nonetheless. only then does she raise her hips, separating them at last. she lets out a breathy, involuntary sound as he slips out of her, and there's a fleeting thought of how much of a mess this is going to be on her underwear, but again, it's too soon to be thinking about that. she leans against the wall completely now, her legs still parted- doesn't seem to care about the her audience of one before very slowly pulling her panties up her thighs and waist. ]
Aren't you a glutton for punishment. [ wait... who does that remind her of? ] No pillow means no talk.
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look, sometimes the perfect screen cap appears at the perfect time to use it, and it's impossible to resist. that's fate.
perhaps if both of them knew they'd actually been engaging in necrophilia this entire time (is it necrophilia if they're both dead?), things would have gone very differently. probably not, but it's kind of an interesting thought. though wow... if he knew he'd just been compared to decadus, things would probably get ugly. or uglier. who even knows at this point. ]
Punishment? Is that what this was? [ he tilts his head to the side, giving a slight shrug of his shoulders. any sense of decency or propriety he'd had before is long gone; this is just the kind of person this woman is. all the same, he turns his gaze away from her parted legs and pulls his own pants back up hastily. though his clothes are a mess too, he can take some comfort in the fact that he should wake up from this soon enough no worse for wear. ]
...that's a strange thing to split hairs about. [ if they'd built their loft bed earlier, there would be a pillow. alas, the proper flags were not met to reach the True End. ] At least it seems the blizzard outside is subsiding. How convenient.
[ is it just a coincidence that as soon as they finish the storm finally breaks? who knows. it's not as cold in here anymore either... and not just because of what they'd just been doing. admittedly, his body is still more than heated up enough right now, but it appears they might actually make it out of this place in one piece. ]
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but dang... i forgot that archer is technically dead too. makes you think, huh. but don't worry, no one can actually match decadus in extreme m. even though it's pretty hilarious that the guy became into it in the end. she leans her head back against the wall. the cold is returning almost as soon as distance is created between them, and while it's needed for their bodies to cool down from their previous activities, she can already feel the hair on her arms standing. zero misses the heat, but at least it isn't as frigid as it is before. she can actually rest with this temperature.
it's not the end for her libido, though. as she observes him, she feels a wave arousal washing her over, thinking about fucking him again -- and she presses her thighs together. it's not to be discreet, but out of pure impulse. ] A couple more times, and it might be.
[ "punishment," that is.
but don't worry-- even though she's leaning forward and crawling towards him, perhaps with the intention of going at it again, the simulation won't ever get there. if anything, the subsiding of the blizzard is a sign that they're at the light of the tunnel. unfortunately, zero never got the memo, so she believes they're here until morning. which means that there's a long night of... keeping warm, or something, and her response to his comment is a mere shrug of her shoulders. they have to rest for the night. ]
Hey. [ he's not on Name Level yet, but acknowledging him without insulting is a good sign... for now. she's pressing herself on his chest again, but at least this time it's just to seek warmth. ] Stay close, or we'll get right back to where we started.
[ ;)
as she rests her head against her chest, though, she hears something that sounds completely out of place: ]
[ the dream is collapsing. and she'll wake up unsatisfied on thesa, i guess... ]