FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

pr0n: Unplanned Refactoring

By Vikky Cutter

Based on the story “Hard Coded" by GSPervert

For a moment it felt as if the universe had simply ceased to exist around her. It was a moment that lasted longer than it ever should have. It was like time had slowed down, or maybe she had speed up. It was hard for Vikky to tell. Her whole body was awash in feelings that couldn't be described in words. It was like her whole self was becoming something new, but that somehow everything had been miswired. She could taste the bright colors as they flowed around her, could feel the smell of the ozone and hear the waves of electronic pressure that washed over her body.

Nothing was the way it should have been. Her body was breaking apart and coming back together again and again. Connections were forming and breaking in her mind, never in the same way twice and never the way they should have been.

There was a moment when she thought she was going crazy, and others where she was sure she knew the position of every atom that made up her body, even though none of them were a part of her at the moment. They flew past her, or maybe she flew past them, as she descended down on a bright beam of violet light. This wasn't what was supposed to happen, or maybe it was… she couldn't quite remember, or maybe her memories where in the wrong order.

She tried to focus on herself, on all the things she knew for sure but it was hard. She felt like she had been spread out over infinity.

There was a feeling of falling… no, it was the other way around, she was staying in place and the world was flying up around her. The light was growing louder around her as her body started to implode back together. All the little bits and pieces that were meant to be her fell back into place in an instant, returning her to the mouse she always was.

Then, as fast as it had started, Vikky found herself whole.

She opened her eyes, only to discover that she was hanging a few inches above a glossy black floor, her red hair floating around her head. Small bursts of light were running across the surface every few… she wanted to say seconds but she knew that was wrong, that it was just too big. Reaching down she brushed her fingers over the floor, which was enough to remind gravity that she existed. She dropped the last few inches, landing on the floor with a heavy thud.

“That was… different," she groaned as she climbed back to her feet, noting that she was now wearing a pair of boots.

In fact all of her clothing had changed. She had been in just in a simple top and long skirt before, but now she was in some kind of skin tight leather, or maybe it was rubber. It covered her from the neck down, leaving only her hands and tail uncovered, and it was tight enough to make it clear that she wore nothing else underneath. The material was a dark blue, so dark that it was almost black, and was broken up by a series of glowing off-white lines that ran down the length of her arms and legs. A wider line crossed over her belly button. Light seemed to pulse softly through it, like it was somehow alive.

A sound like a snap of static electricity echoed from behind her, causing Vikky to tense and spin on her heals, the movement sending her shoulder-length red hair flying around her head, but there was nothing behind her, just a smooth wall that shined like it should be reflective but wasn't.

She took a hesitant step forward as her memories finally caught up with the rest of her. “This… is the inside of a computer?" she asked. That was what the geeks in the lab said, that they were going to read her into the computer using a huge super cooled xenon-halogen laser. It sounded insane, yet somehow, impossibly, it seemed to have worked.

Vikky walked toward the wall, her boots squeaking with each step but the sound seemed somehow muffled. Out of habit she reached up to adjust her glasses only to touch the fur on her cheek. Her glasses were missing, yet she had perfect vision. It seemed wrong to her, but she couldn't come up with a reason why.

As she neared the wall, small bursts of light started to wash over the surface, leaving glowing orange lines in their wake that traced out the afterimage of a large door. Next to it was the outline of a hand, which was pulsing softly, almost inviting her to touch it.

Flicking her tail, Vikky slowly reached out and pressed her fingers against the outline. The surface felt warm against her palm as the light started to grow brighter until it was shining over her. It highlighted the gray of her fur, yet somehow made her look muted against the harsh colors of the world around her.

Without a sound, the outline of a door became the real thing. The shape of it suddenly just there, like it had been carved out of the wall itself. There was a thump and a thud as the door split apart and pulled back into the wall, revealing a hallway outlined with blue light. The light went only a few dozen feet in each direction before fading out into darkness, leaving nothing but darkness beyond that. She hesitated for a moment, not sure if she wanted to risk the darkness, but there was no other way she could go.

There was another warbling sound, like a spring being plucked, as a jolt of blue light ran down the length of the hallway, but not illuminating anything.

“Hello?" she called out, her voice vanishing into the darkness.

She stepped out of the room. The moment she was clear of the door it closed behind her, vanishing back into the blackness of the wall and leaving only the afterimage of its shape behind.

Picked a random direction, Vikky started down the hallway towards the darkness. Much to her relief the light followed her, reaching out a dozen feet ahead and behind her no matter where she stood. Soon, she passed another door, and another, all of them dim and closed without any sign of another palm reader.

She kept walking and walking until what felt like an hour had passed with no sign of any changes to the hallway. Vikky had no idea if she was making any progress, she could have been going around in circles and would never know with how little she could see.

“Come on, turn on some lights!" She called out, but nothing happened other than her voice being swallowed up by the darkness.

With a grunt, she stomped one boot in annoyance. The moment she did there was a flair of blue light, exploding out of the floor under her and washing down the hallway. It rolled down the length of it like a wave, washing up over the walls and outlining the shape of the hallway, and this time the lights didn't fade. In a moment the whole length of it was illuminated, showing that it had a slight curve to the left meaning that it might have been a massive circle. There were outlines of doors all along the corridor, but one stood out for being significantly larger than the others, large enough that you could drive two trucks through it side-by-side.

Happy to see something that could be a way out, Vikky started running down the hallway, her hair and tail wiping out behind her. Small motes of light were flying off her body to hang in the air around her as she went, leaving a dim trail of light in her wake.

She was almost at the door when she felt someone grab her arm. The grip was tight like a vice, the fingers digging into her skin. It forced her to come to a sudden stop, her feet skidding on the floor and sliding out from under her. She fell backwards against something large and immobile.

“Now… what kind of program doesn't know to close her ports behind her?" A deep and very masculine voice asked from above and behind her.

Vikky tipped her head back and was surprised to see an enormous stallion towering over her. He was truly massive, standing at least two feet taller than herself and had the physique of a bodybuilder. There was a soft pink light glowing around the gaps in the heavy plate-like armor he was wearing, emphasizing the shape of his form with a fuzzy, unfocused light.

Vikky twisted her arm, trying to pull it out of his grasp but it came to nothing. “Let me go," she demanded, turning around to face the man as she kept struggling to get free.

The man chuckled, a smirk crossing over his face. “Or even how to secure her disk?" he added as he pulled her chest against him. Then he reached down to grab at her back. She felt him twist and pull, tugging at something on her back that suddenly coming free.

Without another word he threw her to the floor, stepping back and chuckling darkly. In his hand was an oddly-shaped disk the size of a pie pan, but it was open in the middle and was circumscribed by a ring of glowing blue right.

“You're someplace you don't belong," he stated.

Vikky looked up at him, sitting up and stared at the huge man. From her position on the floor she had a very good view of his body all the way from his mane to the huge bulge at his crotch. Her gaze lingered as she took in the stallion's impossibly sized manhood. The only thing holding the massive member back was a single codpiece that was somehow still far too small to completely cover him. The straps binding it quivered and appeared as if they would snap at any moment, freeing the eager flesh.

“Who are you?" she asked, finally snapping her focus away from the beast of a man looping over her.

The stallion held up the disk, looking closely at it for a moment in contemplation before his smirk grew even wider. “And your disk is completely unlocked! Oh yes, you are exactly the sort of stupid program I've been waiting for," he said with a dark chuckle as he ignored the mouse's question.

Vikky struggled to get back to her feet, but the horse simply lifted one hoof and pressed it down on her chest, pinning her to the ground. At the same time he reached over his shoulder to pull a second, larger disk from behind his back. It glowed a dark pink as he held it up next to one he had taken from her. Then he pressed them together. There was a flash of light from the pair as the dark pink rippled and flowed down mixing into the blue of the other disk. They glowed brighter and brighter by the moment, until the radiance was nearly blinding, as small bolts of power danced around the edges and against his fingers.

With a grunt the stallion pulled the two disks apart, streams of neon lightning arcing between them for a few moments before they shattered into balls of light that bounced away in all different directions. The smaller disk had changed colors, now glowing in a sickly purple that seemed to have small points of blue light floating inside of it.

She had no idea what any of it meant, but she was pretty sure that it wasn't a good thing. She struggled to get out from under the hoof that was pinning her down, but she couldn't budge it. The stallion looked down at her as he returned the larger disk to his back, the smirk becoming predatory as he simply lifted his hoof so she could go free.

Quickly Vikky scrambled backwards, her boots squealing against the floor as they tried to find purchase until finally she was able to flip herself over and pull herself onto her feet. She bolted, running as hard as she could back down the hallway. She didn't look back, but she heard the mysterious stallion giving chase, his hooves slamming into the ground and making the floor shake with every step he took.

It only took a few steps for the stallion to catch up and Vikky again felt the iron grip of his hand grab at her shoulder, jerking her to a sudden and violent stop. At the same time his other hand slammed into the center of her back. Vikky squealed as a jolt of electricity ran through her body, arcing all the way out to the tip of every limb. He let go of her shoulder, but her legs didn't hold her weight, and she fell down helpless onto her hands and knees.

Static electricity washed over her body, making her fur stand on end under the tight clothing. She tried to ignore it, tried to focus on crawling away, but her limbs didn't want to move. All she could do was move her eyes and thrash her tail in agony.

Her clothing began to pull tighter, shrinking down against her body and forcing the air of out of her lungs. The material creaked and groaned as the tension grew before it finally gave, but it didn't tear. Instead it simply shattered like brittle plaster. She could see the cracks forming along her arms and down to her wrists, glowing with the same white light that lined the clothing. As the growing cracks started to meet, the fabric fell away, crumbling apart into ash before it landed on the floor.

It wasn't just on her arms. She could feel the clothing falling away all over her body, leaving her in just her fur. There was a chill in the air, causing her to shiver.

“Enjoying your new code? It was made especially for a dumb program like you," the stallion said as he reached down to run his fingers through her red hair as he walked around her. “But don't worry. You'll serve you programming soon enough." His hooves thudded against the ground as he reached down, grabbed his codpiece with one hand, and snapped it away from his crotch to let his heavy dick swing free.

Vikky's eyes went wide at the site of it. The thing was massive, easily the biggest cock Vikky had ever seen in her life! The base was as thick as her own thigh and every movement the stallion made caused his girth to wobble and weave in front of her. It was both terrifying and impressive, and she found it nearly impossible to look away from it.

She tried to protest, tried to beg him to stop what sh knew he was going to do to her, but with a jolt of panic she found that she couldn't speak a word. She just let out a low whimpering sensual whine sound that came from deep in the back of her throat. A moment later, she felt every nerve of her body lit up with prickling heat.

Vikky's mouth snapped open in a silent gasp. It was as if she had taken a cold shower before she jumped into a jacuzzi. She felt it everywhere in her body, inside and out. It was even burning behind her eyes.

It flooded through her body and the focused deep in her chest, right behind her breasts. She felt the new energy growing, tightening and making her small nipples rock-hard and firm enough to cut glass. It burnt hot in her pert tits, causing them to ache as the sensation bloomed into a unbearable pressure that filled her breasts. They began to swell, sending a wave of pleasure crashing down over her. The twin mounds grew quickly, reaching outwards in all directions, firm and round as the new mass grew inside of them. Vikky felt their weight increase against her chest, causing them to hang lower on her thin frame.

A moan of pleasure found its way free of her lips as she felt her nipples thicken, their tips becoming fat suckable nubs that jutted out from the front of her tits. The pleasure grew by the moment and she found herself wishing she could look down to see her new breasts, but she was locked in place, her eyes focused on that straining cock, so that all she could see of her body was her hands as her nails grew outwards, bright blue paint forming on each one.

At last the pleasure in her breasts faded and Vikky felt it shift and start to grow in the lower half of her body. This time the pressure began to fill her hips and ass, causing the mouse to let out another needy moan. She closed her eyes, feeling the pleasure surge as her hips popped and shifted, growing wider as her ass cheeks tightened and swelled out behind her until the two soft curves squeezed against the base of her tail. At the same time she felt the excess weight she had always carried on her belly and upper arms melt away. She could even feel her old appendix scar filling in and fading away as her skin became flawless beneath her fur.

Even though she couldn't see her changes, she could picture it in her mind like she was looking at herself from the outside. She grew an exaggerated hourglass figure with huge breasts that were almost a match for her head, and a thick booty that would jiggle with every step. She could feel arousal starting to drip from her twat, forming a small puddle between her knees.

With a gasp, Vikky found herself able to move again, until the staggering weight on her new breasts pulled her to the floor. As her arms gave out from under her she landed with a thump on top of the twin, soft, billowy mounds of flesh. But instead of a jolt of pain, a wash of pleasure coursed through her body, almost enough to make her cum immediately. Her arms squeezed against her new chest, gathering up the twin mounts as her eyes rolled back in her head. They were incredibly sensitive. Even the smallest of movements as she struggled to her knees made her head spin in bliss. The feeling of her nipples on the cold floor was like a jolt of pure ecstasy straight into her crotch, as if her tits were wired directly to her clit. It made her light-headed, a feeling which only grew as the moments ticked by.

She reached up and grabbed the side of her head. Something was wrong. The light airy feeling was growing, spreading so much that it felt like she was about to float away. It was getting hard for her to think, what else had the stallion done to her?

“Now, that is quite the improvement!" The stallion said, tapping his hoof on the ground in front of her, pink lines reaching up towards his fetlocks.

Vikky lifted her head up to glare at him, ready to spit out any number of curses in his direction for whatever he had done to her body. But the moment her eyes reached his crotch, the lightness in her head swelled out to fill every part of her mind, until suddenly it, popped. Her eyes glossed over as her mind was washed away. In an instant she was filled with something so pure and strong that she simply had no words for it… or maybe she had lost all the words she had ever know. The only thing left behind was her most base of instincts.

The mouse stared at the big cock as it bobbed in time with the stallion's pulse. The tip must have been the size of her arm in both length and girth, and his balls… It would have taken both of her hands just to hold one of the orbs. So large and heavy that he had to stand with his legs slightly parted just to give them room to dangle. Her eyes flicked back to the cock, flesh of the shaft was black with splotches of pink, with one right on the head of the shaft just inviting her towards it. Precum was already collecting on the tip, glowing with a faint light that seemed to refract through the drop, like it was made of crystal. Just being this close to it was getting her even wetter, so wet that she could feel it rolling down the inside of her thighs.

The longer she looked at the horse's cock, the more enamored she became with it. It was the most important thing in her world, a huge throbbing shaft of perfection. She almost didn't care about the horse it was attached to. The cock was more important than him. She was craving it with her heart and soul, knowing that she would do anything at all to have it and keep it.

Laughing at the stupid express of need on her face, the stallion moved forward until his shaft was hovering only inches away from her nose. She could smell the musk rolling off of him, strong and masculine. It was her whole world, the only thing she could see and the only thing she could think about. She wanted to feel it and taste it. It didn't compare with any other lover she had ever had, and when her mind thought of them, they were replaced with memories of the stallion's cock. It flooded over her mind, into every nook and cranny of her memories, filling every one of them with images of his perfect cock.

It was like her head was exploding with pure pleasure just from looking at it

“You want this?" he asked, running his fingers over the top of it.

She tried to say yes, but could only say vowels.

Chuckling, he reached down and ran his fingers along the curve of her ear. The light touch almost overwhelming her as he dropped his hand down on top of her head, right between her ears. Digging his fingers in to the mess of red hair, he gathered her locks and pulled, jerking her towards his shaft.

Without any more prompting, she opened her muzzle wide, her tongue lolling out in anticipation. The moment the head of his shaft touched her tongue she was in heaven. It was like a jolt of electricity rushed through her body and nearly causing her to cum on the spot, but he stallion didn't care. He just squeezed the back of her head and shoved his cock into his toy's mouth. It should have been too big. It should have hurt. But somehow it fit inside of her perfectly, like it was always what she had been meant to do. Vikky's eyes fluttered shut as she let out a moan of bliss. The taste of the finest of food, the sweetest of wine was nothing compared to the taste of the cock washing over her palate as it was forced roughly against her tongue.

The stallion snorted impatiently and reached down to grab both sides of her head in his huge hands. Without any care for the mouse he started to fuck her mouth, slamming his shaft past her former gag reflex and down her throat, sinking every inch of his length into her in one smooth motion, until his heavy balls bounced against her chin.

Vikky's throat bulged obscenely around the thick shaft filling her throat. She couldn't breathe and she didn't care. It was inside of her now and that was all that mattered to her. She reached up and squeezed the horse's muscular ass, rubbing it as he forcefully face-fucked her. It was the most amazing thing she had ever been blessed with. The way her lungs burned for air, how her nose smashed into the fur of his crotch every time he slammed into her, this was how it was supposed to be. This was what she was meant for. It was better than being fucked, it was better than… than… everything! She wanted more of it, she wanted to have all of it! She flicked her tongue, trying to tease along the shaft as it pounded into her, to suck it dry as she took it over and over again. She wanted to live for this cock, be owned by it, worship it with every single thing she did.

She could taste his precum as it flowed heavily from the head of his cock and forced out of her mouth by each thrust of the stallion's powerful hips, causing it to dribble down her chin and onto her enlarged breasts. The taste was glorious! It was meaty, with a slight metallic flavor, like sucking on a penny, but only in the best sort of way. Vikky blinked away watery tears as her vision started to turn red from the lack of air, but still she didn't care. He could pound her throat until she passed out and it wouldn't matter. Breathing didn't matter. Nothing mattered. Not as long as his cock was in her throat.

“Damn, you must have given great head before!" he grunted, as his thrusting slowed, even as his crotch slammed harder into Vikky's pretty face. She could feel his grip growing tighter on her head, his fingers digging in to the back of her skull. Her mind swam, her vision beginning to narrow but shill she kept trying to please him, even as she started to blackout.

Finally, the horse let out a deep snort as he pawed his right hoof at the ground, each strike sending out small sparks of light around them like flit striking steel. His whole body was starting to tense up as the pressure built. His hands moved the bases of her ears, gripping them like handles as he squeezed them hard enough to make them ring.

With a sucking slurp he yanked his cock back out of her throat, and held the flared tip just inside her muzzle. A second later she was rewarded by an inhuman amount of cum spraying out from the shaft and directly into her sore and stretched throat.

Thick and salty cum flooded her maw in a moment. Vikky tried desperately to close her mouth around the flared head—to keep from spilling a single drop—but it was coming too fast to hold back. She gulped it down eagerly, mouthful by mouthful, trying to keep up even as it sprayed from her nose and rolled down her chin, thick and stringy globs coating her huge breasts.

It was ambrosia, the purest thing she had ever tasted, salty and hot with an underlying bitterness. It was perfect in every way. It flooded her body with warmth and pleasure. It poured down her throat, filling her belly full and round until it acted, but still she tried to choke down more. She wanted it, needed it inside of her. But it was just too much for her to take.

Finally, the stallion pulled his cock free of Vikky's mouth, letting the last few jets of cum spray out over her face as she gasped for air, soaking her hair and coating her face in a layer after layer of sticky seed. Vikky sat, lifting her paws up to catch the spunk as he showered her from head to toe in his gooey cum. At last, with that final depraving act, she finally came long and hard. Her pussy soaking the floor under her as torrents of feminine juices gushed down her legs, leaving her sitting in a puddle of lust.

Laughing, the stallion threw her backwards into the pool, and smirked down at her as she lay shivering and giddy in a whimpering heap of joy. “Oh little program, you are going to be such a—"

Whatever he was going to say was cut off as something whizzed past his head. It slammed into the wall behind him and bounced back with frightening force. As he turned to look at it, the object crashed through the horse's throat, sending a shower of pink sparks raining down over Vikky. The stallions form wavered and the glow in his eyes faded away as his knees collapsed under him and dropped him to the ground, an afterimage of pink dust left in his wake. The glow around his armor seemed to drain away as the shape of his body blurred and broke apart before dissolving into nothing.

Vikky looked up just in time to see a lioness in a skintight uniform skillfully catch a flying disk as it bounced back into her hand. The feline was thin, with just a hint of curves and a modest bust. Just the sight of her perfect body made Vikky wet all over again.

“Who are you?" the woman asked as she reached over her shoulder to return to the disk to her back, her voice was distorted by the helmet she was wearing.

Vikky searched her mind and tried respond, but found she didn't know how to anymore. She just didn't know any words. In fact, she wasn't sure she knew anything anymore, other than how perfect the woman in front of her was and how much she wished she could please her. Every other thought in her head was washed away moments after it entered. There was no place for them anymore. She just wanted pleasure and sex.

She looked up at the guard and blinked a few time as red washed over her vision and she collapsed into darkness.

* * *

“What exactly happened?" PackerD demanded as he stalked into the quarantine room, the doors closing behind him with a dull thud. He had been called out of a meeting with an important system management program to deal with another attack on his system. Tamr was waiting for him in front of the code-mesh glass that separated the two sides of the room, a look of annoyance on her leonine face.

Behind the glass, on the other side of the room, the unknown program was sprawled out nude on a scanner bed. Yellow light highlighted her body as it seemed to blur in and out of focus. The mouse had bright-red hair, gray fur, and a large, full pair of breasts with prominent nipples that jutted out from the two orbs, still hard even now. Her identity disk floated in a beam of light next to her, the surface shifting between different shades of blue and a sickly purple.

Standing next to her was a vixen in a tight white smock. She was nothing special, just a diagnostic program whose assignment was to take constant readings of the program, moving in a fixed pattern from one side of the bed to the other. Her data was being sent to Watson, the analyst and repair program that was working on a console just inside the quarantine room. A number of growing screens floated in the air before him and highlighted the ursine doctor's face.

Tamr sighed as she turned to face him. “We're still not sure, sir. We found the program in the I/O bus a few thousand operations ago. She had been attacked and her disk was corrupted by an unknown program. I think it was a fragment of the Trojan horse that attacked CeLIA two hundred cycles ago."

The towering snake snorted. He didn't need to be reminded what happened to his girlfriend at the hands of that treacherous hacker.

“It must have hidden inside the buffers since then and attacked the first program that came along. We don't know what sort of code was injected into her."

PackerD nodded and glanced back at the security program. The lioness was good at her job, but sometimes her thinking was restricted by her own code. “I think it's pretty clear," he replied. It was obvious the Trojan had done the thing same to this program as he had done to CeLIA. Another mouse who had been reprogrammed to act like an entertainment subroutine. It seemed like a lack of imagination.

On the other side of the glass the mouse's body fluttered and started to break up into lines of light before pulling back together again. “Though this is far more unstable."

That brought a snort from Watson, “That's an understatement, sir. Her code has been ripped to pieces and her long term storage is in so many fragments you could pick them up with tweezers," he said, the code-mesh glass slightly muffling his voice.

“It's amazing she hasn't derezzed," Tamr said.

“She should have. It seems like she reaches the cusp of it before pulling back together. I've never seen anything like it before. I'm trying to remove some of the injected code to see if I can do anything to stabilize her, but I'm beginning to have my doubts that such a thing is even possible."

They watched as the diagnostic subroutine moved from one side of the bed to the other. PackerD tipped his head and smirked as she bent over to take a reading, giving him an ample view of her presently rounded read. He couldn't help but notice that she must have been based on an entertainment subroutine. The the vixen had the right sort of curves for it.

“Maybe it would be better to let her derez," Tamr finally suggested. “Then let her restart from her original file."

The doctor shook his head, pushing one of the screens to the side and bringing up a new one as his typed, the white lines of his smock shining against the unreal terminals. “Her data is so corrupted that I can't pull any backing information from her. I can't even find her page data in the swap."

PackerD rubbed his forehead, not liking what he was hearing. “What kind of program was she? Is it possible that she's a virus herself?"

“I don't know what she was supposed to be. Her tokens are as scrambled as her code. All I can tell is there was code injected directly into her disk," he said, glancing at the floating disk. The purple light was pulsing in a rhythm out of sync with the system counters.

He nodded, not wanting to suggest anything else. Watson was the best medical program in the system, not that he would ever accept anything less. “Well then, keep me updated if anything changes. Until then, do not relax your security," he told Tamr.

“Yes, sir," she replied.

Inside the quarantine room, the diagnostic subroutine was leaning own over the mouse, running the scanner over her body once again. There was a sudden flash of light, followed by the sound of alarms as the mouse lurched awake, her hand shooting out to grab the vixen's wrist. Blue light started to glow in the mouse's eyes, before a jolt of power surged, rolling up from her hand over the diagnostic subroutine's arm, washing away her normal white light.

The unknown program let go a moment later and collapsed back onto the bed. The vixen stumbled back, the light covering every inch of her, washing away the white of her normal markings, filling them with blue. Even her eyes were glowing with the strange light. She buckled over, holding her belly and letting out a scream, though no sound came from her. As she did, her body started to twist and contort. Her tail swelled out behind her, growing bulbous and bristly as her muzzle shrank back into her face. Her ears vanished and the silky red of her fur turned into a dull brown. Her legs swelled and split in two, and her arms followed a moment later as the fingers on each of the four hands grew long, slender and agile.

Then, after only a few dozen operations, it was done. The diagnostic subroutine was gone. In her place was something else. A large spider stood on four long legs, looking down at the mouse with eight glowing eyes which blinked in a sequence. There was no sign of the vixen she had once been. Every part of the subroutine was gone. Without a word the spider turned and walked over to the console where Watson was standing and motioned for him to move. He was happy to do so, stepping aside and pulling one of the screens with him to scan the modified subroutine.

As soon as the spider reached the console she started working, four arms moving in a blur as a dozen more screens formed in the air around her. Code was flying over them, fragments being reassembled from the smallest of pieces. As she worked the mouse's form started to stabilize.

“An antivirus program," Tamr said with a gasp. “She rewrote the subroutine into an antivirus program."

PackerD looked towards the feline, then back to the doctor. “Is that what happened?"

Watson typed quickly at his one screen, scanning the spider as she worked. “Yes, that is exactly what happened. I have no idea how, but she's an antivirus program now, one more advanced than I have ever seen before. Even the subroutine's backing file has been completely rewritten."

The antivirus program continued to work, rebuilding the mouse's code. “She must have be some kind of compiler program. Nothing else could have done that."

“A compiler that can completely rewrite a running program? I've heard of edit and continue, but this… this… oh my," Watson was suddenly at a loss for words, his muzzle hanging open in shock as he took a quick step back from the screen like it would jump out and bite him.

“What is it?" PackerD asked, leaning closer to the code-mesh glass.

The doctor said nothing, just staring at the screen.

“Dr.Watson!" he snapped, hitting the code-mesh with a fist. “What did you find?"

The doctor turned to look at PackerD, his face as white as the lines on his smock. “I was able to extract the unknown program's security token. It's… there is only one possible explanation, but I don't want to believe it."

“Which is?" he asked.

The doctor paused for a moment, then grabbed his screen and brought it over to the glass, holding it so PackerD and Tamr could see it. On it was the familiar header of a system security token followed by… everything. Every single security token he had ever seen or heard of was there: System rights, I/O rights, HAL access, kernel access, RAM access, direct port access, BIOS access, modification rights for page tables, memory manager rights, direct processor access, process read/write access and unlimited quotas for process time and disk access. She even had access to the thermal systems. That wasn't all. There were rights he had never even seen or heard of before, including physical hardware access rights.

The mouse wasn't a normal program...

The mouse wasn't any kind of program at all!

“She's a user," he whispered, a slight hiss coloring the words. There were stories of them entering into distant systems, but that was only a myth. They were godlike, all-knowing, all-powerful, and impossible to hack. Yet that was exactly what had happened to this one. Maybe users weren't as all-powerful like as they had always believed?

There was a thud from behind him. Looking back over his shoulder he discovered Tamr pressed up against the back wall of the room, a look of panic on her face.

“Here, now," he ordered, snapping his fingers and pointing at the spot next to him.

The feline security program looked back at him, fear lining her face, but even so she reluctantly moved forward until she was back at his side. “What do we do about her? She's a user, you can't just… let her sit there. There will be someone coming for her!" she protested.

PackerD smiled down at Tamr. “Your right, we can't just let her sit there," he said, looking back at the mouse. The color of her identity disk was returning to a bright blue as the foreign code was removed.

She was a user, a user that had been hacked. Users could be hacked and modified like any other program, and this one was sitting right there, waiting for him on the other side of the glass. He hadn't become the most powerful program in the system by ignoring something he could turn to his benefit. “I can make use of her."

“Make use of her? She's a user! You can't just… reprogram her like one of your secretary subroutines!"

He really was disappointed in Tamr. She suffered from a severe lack of imagination. Without another word he walked to the entrance of the quarantine room. With a few quick moves of his fingers, he entered the lock code, causing part of the wall to flutter open as the code-mesh glass reformed into an open doorway. Ignoring both the doctor and the antivirus program he walked over to the user.

“Wake her," he ordered.

Knowing better than to protest, Watson typed a few things into his console. A light-blue glow started running along the length of her body. It started from her fingers and toes, tracing small lines up her limbs as it went. It started to gather in her chest, concentrating under her huge breasts, making the nipples shine like small spotlights. From them two lines ran upwards, over the upper curves of her breasts, then along each side of her neck, wrapping over her cheeks and under her eyelids. The glow shone brightly through them before fading away.

A moment later, her eyelids fluttered open to reveal a pair of bright violet eyes.

“What…" she started to say, her voice coming out high and breathy. It seemed she couldn't find any more words to say.

PackerD crouched down until he was almost eye level with her. “What is your designation?"

She blinked with incomprehension.

“Your name, my dear. What is your name?" he asked, reaching up to brush a strand of red hair off of her face.

“Vikky," she finally said. “My name is Vikky."

He nodded. “Very good, Vikky. I am PackerD, and I'm here to help you. Do you know where you are? What system you are in?"

The mouse looked up at him for a few moments. “I… I'm not sure if I remember. It is… it was one of the mainframe systems. Data processing…" She trailed off as if unsure of her answer.

Smiling, he gently ran his fingers over the curve of her ear. “Now, Vikky, can you access your core data?" Any normal program wouldn't have been able to touch their core data. It was a part of the system and under control of the kernel. But she was a user, and with her permissions she should be able to access anything.

“I… I think so…" she said, the whites of her eyes starting to glow with a blue light.

“Good. Very good," he said, leaning in a bit closer. “Now, I want you to run a search over all of your data and tag everything non-critical that isn't related to this system."

She closed her eyes. The glowing shone through her eyelids, pulsing in time with the system clock. “Okay," she finally said, a touch of confusion in her voice.

PackerD glanced over at the doctor, and the ursine gave him a quick nod as he typed at his screen.

“I need you to archive and copy all of the tagged data to the connected monitoring system. Can you do that for me?"

“Monitoring…"

“Yes, you can feel it. It's right next to you, almost like you can reach out and touch it," he explained.

Slowly, she lifted one hand, fingers grabbing at the air. As she did the doctor's screen started glowing with blue light, a match for the light glowing in her eyes. It seemed to go on and on for hundreds of operations. It must have been gigabits of data, all the things that made up her past. Everything from before she got to his system, before she got to him.

Finally, the light faded as she dropped her arm back to the table.

PackerD glanced back at Watson. The look on doctor's face made it clear he knew what was coming and didn't approve of it. Behind him the antivirus program had stopped working. Apparently finished with her job, she had stepped away from the main cluster of screens.

He gently took Vikky's hand and held it in his own. “Very good, Vikky. Very good. There is one last thing I want you to do for me, okay?"

“Okay," she replied.

PackerD smiled and squeezed her hand. “Wipe and delete all of the tagged data. Remove it completely."

She gave him a look of confusion, even as her eyes glowed with the blue light, but it seemed to wash away as she followed his orders. All that pesky past cleared out of her mind. She didn't need to know any of it to work for him.

Finally, the light faded and she relaxed down on the bed. The worry that once lined her face had melted away along with her memories. For the moment she looked content. One would be forgiven if they thought she was an everyday entertainment subroutine. She had the body for it.

Smiling he squeezed her hand again and leaned forward until his nose was almost against her ear. “Now, Vikky, let me tell you about your place in my system."

* * *

The door to PackerD's office burst open as the guardian program stalked out. Anger lined his face as he stormed through the outer office and out through the door to the system, slamming it open and then kicking it closed behind him.

Vikky watched all of this from her position behind the desk, amused to see how flustered the program was at not getting any answers from her boss. While he had been very cagey about exactly what he was looking for, it was pretty clear he was trying to find out what happened to a user that had vanished inside the system. There had been rumors from every core, about this lost user being trapped deep inside the kernel… or maybe flowing freely between I/O towers. Over the last hundred cycles there had been almost as many stories about this mythical user as there were programs in the system. There were enough that the authorities were getting involved.

Of course, a program like Bob would never give more than a second glance to the entertainment-subroutine-turned-secretary sitting by the door, let alone suspect that she was the very user he was looking for.

She waited until he was out of the building. Then, with a flick of her fingers, she locked the outer door before standing up and walking into her boss's office her body swaying with each step she took. Her hips couldn't help but sway as she walked, her skirt pulled tightly over her large ass, cupping the soft flesh as it jiggled with every motion she made. It was joined by her breasts. Even in the best-programmed bra they seemed to have a life of their own, bouncing under her top, her fat nipples easily visible through the code-mesh fabric.

The well-built snake was sitting behind his desk, his fingers steepled in front of his chin and a smile on his lips. He said nothing, but she already knew what he wanted to her to do.

Closing her eyes, she reached out to the world around her. In her mind's eye, she could see the code-weave of the walls; not just the surface of them, but the code itself that made up the world around her. It moved and flowed through every surface and shape, every program and subroutine. It was the very lifeblood of the system.

She scanned the room, quickly finding the bugs that the guardian program had left in his wake. They weren't even well-hidden. Any security program would have found them after only a few operations. When it came to dealing with them, though, that was something she was much better at.

Vikky reached out and froze the threads that the bugs were running on, then went into their memory, forcibly swapping each page of them out to disk. After that she deleted every reference to saved data, allowing them to be lost in the system. Each page was then marked as free and released back to the kernel to be reused elsewhere. It was something that would have taken a security program a full cycle to do, yet it only took her moments.

“Three bugs, all neutralized," the mouse said, a smile on her lips as her eyes fluttered open.

PackerD smiled and placed his hands on the black surface of his desk. “Good. Once he's left the system, put a block on his IP. We don't need him poking around here anymore."

“The moment he ports out of the system," she replied, walking across the room with an extra sway in her hips. She was wearing a little skirt that hugged her fat ass, and a top two sizes too small that bulged around her breasts, the shape of her nipples visible though the code-mesh fabric. The jacket she wore over the top did nothing to hide her body, and if anything, was cut to make it impossible to hide anything. Small lines of light were outlining and highlighting all her curves, drawing any program's eyes right to them.

She sat down on the edge of her desk and crossed her legs. Her plush ass pushed out against her skirt, pulling the fabric tight and forcing the fabric to ride up a few inches over the tight cheeks.

Reaching out, he placed a hand on her leg and gave it a squeeze before starting to slide it up towards the hem of her skirt. “Do I have any more appointments?"

“Not for the rest of the cycle," she replied, smiling at the attention.

His grin grew a bit wider as his hand slipped up along the inside of her thigh. Just having him so close was getting her wet, but then everything about him got her wet. She belonged to him in every possible way, and she loved how it made her feel. A small part of her horrified by it, by how her mind had been literally reprogramming, but the rest of her simply didn't care. The well-built program was far easier on the eyes, and a lot more fun to work with than some stuffy office drones outside of his system.

In one quick move he stood up, kicking his chair back away from the desk and grabbing her hips. He lifted her off of the desk, flipped her over, and threw her down onto the slick surface. Her breasts cushioned the impact, her nipples going rock hard as they pressed down against the desktop sending pleasure right into her already-wet cunt. He pushed up her skirt up over the curve of her ass to bunch under the base of her tail, giving him unfettered access to her. She never wore panties anymore. They just got in his way, and usually ended up soaked.

With a quick movement of his hand, PackerD undid the front of his pants, allowing his shaft to leap out towards her. He squeezed the mouse's hips and pulled her back until the mounds of her ass were at the edge of the desk. His other hand wrapped around the base of his swelling shaft, gently rubbing the pointed head over her wet nether lips.

She let out a whimper, the touch almost enough to make her climax.

“You like that, Vikky?" he asked, teasing it up and down along the length of her cleft.

Her response was a low moan.

Squeezing her thick hips again, he started to press into her, going slowly to allow her to feel every little bump and vein down the entire length of his thick shaft. “That's what I like to hear," he said with a chuckle.

Vikky pressed her soft ass back against him, her tail wiggling eagerly as she felt every inch of him slide past her puffy nether lips until his whole length was tucked deep inside of her. His cock was fantastic; long, thick and tapering from a point at the tip to a fat base that spread her wider than she could imagine. It was a wonderful feeling, better than she could have ever imagined it, her pussy eager to get at his cock. She had gotten to ride a number of different cocks since she had arrived in the system, but his was always the best. She would have thought that even before he had reprogrammed her.

PackerD squeezed her hips again, pressing his fingers into the soft flesh. Bracing himself, he started to thrust into her with short powerful strokes that slammed her against the desk. Each one shook her body, making her rock against her enormous breasts as they were squeezed under her chest, rubbing the fabric of her top against the thick nipples of her tits.

He didn't hold anything back, fucking her with every bit of his considerable force. His hips crashed into her ass, causing the fat cheeks to bounce before he pulled back with a wet sucking sound that sent her juices spraying all over the desk and dribbling down her shapely legs to the floor, causing small shorts of power where they landed. She thrust her hips up to meet his as she let out a gasping moan each time he filled her.

“I love fucking you," he grunted between trusts, pulling one hand off her hips to slap her ass.

Vikky let out a long needy moan. “I love being fucked," she whimpered out, grinding her ass back against him. Lust was dancing over her body, causing small jolts of static to jump between her ears and causing St. Elmo's Fire to rise up from the tip of her tail. Her pleasure burned brightly for all to see.

He slapped her plush ass again, then grabbed the base of her tail, using it as a handle to hold her in place as he pounded into her with more vigor. With his other hand, he reached and rubbed the side of her breast as it strained against the fabric of her top. It was just one more sensation that ran through her overly sensitive body, and it was enough to finally push her over edge.

Throwing her head back, she let out a scream as she came, her cunt spasming around the pounding cock clenched in her needy hole as her juices gushed out against PackerD's hips. Her scream grew louder, the walls starting to shake from the force of it, growing bright with power until the whole room was glowing.

The snake slammed deep into her eager pussy, letting out a long hiss as he started cumming, pumping her full of his hot seed. Just the feeling of it filling her, the heat of it almost glowing her in belly was enough to send her into a second climax. Their combined fluids sprayed out from around her lover's cock and soaked both of their crotches, dripping down her legs and his pants to collect on the floor below them.

Vikky let out a long trailing moan as her dual orgasms passed, the light in the walls fading away and leaving an afterimage of the code that made up the system. Even that vanished a few operations later, the proper shape of the surface coming back into focus. She pressed her face down against the desk, panting happily in the glow of the wonderful sex, her whole body feeling warm and soft. “Thank you for that, sir."

“I can't let my pet user go a cycle without getting fucked, now could I?" he replied, reaching out to stroke the curve of her ear lovingly before pulling out of her well-fucked cunt. A thick trail of cum leaking out and running out to run down her thighs. “I'm going to be spending a few cycles with CeLIA. We would like you to come along. I've been wanting to have a pair of mice in my bed for a while now. Does that sound like fun?"

Vikky rolled over onto her back, looking up at him with a smile. It was a question that she could answer in any way she wanted. He had allowed her that freedom to make her own choices, but she already knew which one she wanted the most. “That does sound like a lot of fun!" she said with a soft giggle. “I've been wanting to get my hands on her again for ages."

PackerD reached out and cupped her chin in his fingers, smiling down at her. She returned the smile, loving how she felt just being so close to him. Even if she had the chance to go back, to become just another user, she wouldn't take it. She couldn't imagine what life would have been like without him, and she never wanted to find out.

To the outside world she had only been a part of the system for a couple of hours. They were searching everywhere for her, but they would never find her. They would assume that she had been lost in the laser, and because of that it would be mega-cycles before anyone tried it again. She didn't have to worry about another user coming in and trying to “save" her.

She was a part of the system now, and she was never going to leave.

======

This story is copyright 2018 by Victoria-Ann Cutter, hardcopy reprints limited to one a person, all other rights reserved. This story may not be distributed for a fee except by permission of the author, and this copyright notice may not be removed. PackerD and setting is from GSPervert.