(WARNING: a little more graphic sexy times, maybe a little dubious on the consent at first...)
Megabyte wakes, slowly coming back to himself, disoriented by the unreal afterglow still vibrating through him. He sighs, feeling the delicious ache of being conquered in the most ecstatic way possible.
He carefully sits up on one elbow, gazing lovingly at Dot's supple nude body. Silvery iridescence shines delicately in the light in lacy dagger patterns across her body. She seems angelic, having taken him and everything he was and transforming it into something beautiful and magnificent inside her.
She stirs under his gaze. She breathes deep and exhales slowly, eyes closed. She feels his neck with her hand and travels her fingers down his chest, his stomach, and further. He moans in weakness as she finds his cock again.
"Again," he breathes in her ear. "My dear, I don't think I can," he purrs.
She looks up into his face and her eyes open. He freezes, seeing they aren't her soulful violet, but are now wide luminous gold, glowing and focused on him like hot flares. "Dot...?"
She sits up and pushes him down beneath her with little effort. She straddles him wordlessly.
She rubs her wet pussy against his cock, and he gets hard again. "Join me," she commands in an ethereal voice. Her voice moves through him, robbing him of himself. She eases back, pushing her pussy down the length of him. The shock happens to him alone. He cries out as his nature submits to hers, pain driving through him from the force of joining.
The shimmer across her body turns to glowing gold, spreading over her body and turning her a fiery burning yellow. Wisps of energy rise off her like steam. She isn't Dot.
"Who are you," he growls.
"You have invoked Inanna," she sighs in Dot's voice. Her voice is echoed by something else.
"You're the antivirus," he gasps angrily. She grips him hard within her, forcing a cry out of him. "Get out of her," he shouts.
She looks down at him, her expression empty. She commands him again. "Come to me."
Something forbidden opens inside him as her voice elicits the action. Her command pulls a violent second climax out of what's left of him. He roars as thunder and lightning break through him. The aspect of Inanna raises her hands over her head. Light collects in her palms, burning light dripping from her fingers. She brings the fierce glow down on him, and her hands sink into his chest like a phantom passing through him. She rips through the remaining viral code, separating ego from format.
"Be remade," she says softly. His core shatters and all goes black.
Megabyte wakes with a jolt, suddenly gasping hungrily for breath. He shivers hard before sitting up on the sofa, a deep strangeness he can't define falling across him. He rubs his face once he gets his breath under control. Then he sees it. He sits up, looking down. His claws are now hands with five long slender fingers. His metallic skin is now flesh and has turned a deep velvety indigo color. He flexes the reworked hands, their muscles curling powerfully. He feels the now humanoid shape of his face, looks down the length of the rest of his body. He has been completely rerendered. A new energy floods through him, his consciousness locking into the new physical form of a sprite. There are no scars from the shattering... except one, the jagged rip across his ribs that Dot had left, when she first defended herself against him.
A glimmer out of the corner of his new eyes distracts him. Inanna's apparition floats weightless a few inches off the floor. She was facing away from him but turns when she hears him stir. Megabyte gets up shakily. She meets him and they regard each other.
She levitates Dot's icon above one hand. It spins slowly above her palm, emitting ripples of light. "What are you doing with her," he growls despite his weakness. He feels protective of Dot now.
She doesn't answer, staring into him with austere anger. She reaches a slow burning hand towards him. She lays it on the side of his neck. The touch is gentle at first, but a pulse of burning light travels down her arm and burns him. He falls to his knees, every fiber in him obeying her. Every fiber belongs to her.
"You can never be forgiven for what you did to us," she says through Dot.
"You did this to us," he growls, feeling rebellion surge through him.
She glows brighter and hotter, becoming enraged. "This gift was never meant for you," she says. "You stole another's ascension. You murdered my priestess."
"I... I didn't know what this was, what you were," he protests. She burns him again without touching him, and his protest ends.
"You didn't care," she declares. "You reach too far for power. You brought this upon yourself, and brought yourself upon her."
He struggles for breath as her command over him strangles and scorches him. "You murdered for my gift. Then in your haste to reverse me, you trapped her here. You made my gift a poison upon her. You stole her honor."
"You drove me mad," he hisses, still resisting.
The angry aspect leans over him as she intensifies the vengeful burning coursing through him. "You seduced her with her lover's face long before I was made manifest. When you pulled her from the wreckage you only failed to use her unconscious form because I wouldn't allow it. You poisoned her then, leaving your mark upon her in rage. This madness was your own."
She releases him from her righteous fire, and the burning across his being stops.
"You defiled my sacred rite, my temple, and my beloved priestess," she says. "But... you are fortunate it is one such as her that became your unintended consort." She eases off. She traces a thin blaze of light in a circle in the air with her free hand. "Few and rare are those that may serve me. She is worthy as priestess, unlike you, who nearly shattered under my full power. Unfortunate I could not crumble you fast enough to put you beyond saving."
The circle crackles and spits fire. When the loop is complete, it collapses on itself and bursts. The light fizzles out, a new icon with a blue accent turns above Inanna's open palm. She gives the icon a light push without contact. It drifts to him, binding itself to his new form. He is whole. He turns the thing over in his fingers.
He looks back up at her. "What happens to her," he asks.
Inanna glares. "Consummate memory will be purged. She will remember nothing after you poisoned her with your violence," she says. "She will return to her people with her honor. I must at least ensure that. There is unfortunately nothing else I can offer her."
"No," he demands more than begs. If Dot ever remembered what he had tried before he wounded her... "Let me speak with her."
"No," she snaps. "You will have no absolution. Speak of this to no one. You will carry your guilt and her shame. You will live your debt and carry her burden. Alone." Her words are binding. His silence of their time together is now his code.
Inanna turns her attention to Dot's icon. She raises it to her lips and blows gently on it. Crystalline dust swirls off it. "Never leave this system," she warns him. "Even remaining here, be vigilant. Your transgressions are great, and my makers will have more than words for you should they find you."
Inanna's aspect begins to dissipate. The fiery glow fades and flickers away, and she's Dot again, unconscious. The shimmering marks evaporate from her body, drifting off her like starlight. She begins to fall. Megabyte darts forward, gently catching her delicate frame. Her skin is unmarked, smooth and complete except for three pale scars of the original claw mark on her arm. Her icon returns to her, dropping down onto her chest and loading her black commander suit back on.
There is a torrent inside him. For the first time, he has no words.
But he still has promises to keep.
/end program
Author notes: Sooo that happened.
I've never shared my own writing of any kind before, let along a saucy bit like this... I feel so bashful. I draw more than I write.
I found out there were two fucking seasons I had never seen. So obviously I binge watched them recently. Twice. I had no idea I missed so much of it. Something got into me I guess...
I hope the optional music stuff isn't tacky... I guess I hoped it would say something I couldn't.
Time is money, friend, so thank you for spending some of yours on mine.
Cheers, AC
