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Arcadia's grossly over-budgeted storm-drain hung open like a rotting wound. And the smell was about right too. The concrete groove, sliced diagonally through the city all the way down to the bay, had been amalgamating piles of rancid trash for almost a decade. Given the storm-drain never got used, it never even got a quick rinse in the rain. Besides, with weather-control-tech, who the fuck even needed storm-drains anymore?

Luckily the smell, and the futility of the damn thing, kept out prying eyes, making the maintenance tunnels the ideal place to hide a server farm. Free power directly tapped from the city utilities, free water cooling and a secluded underground spot made it Doxxa's ideal nest. And she'd made quite a place for herself since she'd been kicked out of her parents' house a couple of years ago.

Having your already troubled daughter come home one day with a massive dragon-cock dangling between her legs tended to invoke strong feelings.

Crypto descended a ladder to a metal hatch in the side of the storm-drain and accessed the locks the same way he did the apartment adjacent to Proksy's. Once he was in and sealed the door behind him. Already the air was significantly fresher and the rat breathed easy.

Then it was just a case of finding utility tunnel 6B and following the multi-coloured Christmas lights Doxxa had hung up to give the place a lived-in touch.

At the end of a bare concrete corridor wallpapered in moisture and mould, there was a relatively new security door. Again, Crypto jacked in, emulated the specific TPM Doxxa had given him and the locks clunked open. Inside was Doxxa's home, exactly the kind of place you'd expect a teenager to crash in.

A tangled and messy cot in one corner, an old TV and tangled wires of a console along with a gaming rig to the other end. Her kitchen consisted of a microwave oven and a fridge-freezer no doubt jam-packed with junk food. Though much of her cooking seemed to have been in the form of take-out, with old pizza boxes scattering the space that wasn't carpeted with articles of discarded clothing, underwear and just a few shreds of rather lewd lingerie Crypto had to remember to bring up later.

Though from the sounds coming from deeper in her little compound, it seemed Doxxa was getting started without him. Her orgasmic cries carried through the bare halls beyond, drawing Crypto curiously forward, following the slurping sounds of something passing in and out of a tight wet cavity. But as he moved, there was a rush of water in the other room, and Doxxa's bathroom door swung open, a wolf somewhat older than Crypto stepping out still adjusting his pants.

The two froze, staring at each other for a moment, sizing each other up.

Then the wolf went for something on his waistband.

Crypto was faster. He didn't know why he had to be faster, but the gun coming up in the wolf's hand gave him a pretty fair indication as to what would happen if he were slower.

The rat swung wide with his left hand, slapping the gun out of the wolf's hand with enough force to make the delicate wrist bones crack audibly. Then, as the wolf tried to cry out, Crypto swung the heel of his robotic hand up to strike his trachea, letting out another wet, bony crunch that silenced the canine into a whimper. Finally, he grabbed him by the muzzle and levered the stranger into the nearest hard surface, which happened to be the rounded corner of a polymer table.

The wolf bounced off with a soft bang, and collapsed to the ground leaving behind a blood stain, and leaving Crypto just a little bewildered. Who the hell was this guy, where had he come from and what was he doing here?

Policing the fallen pistol, Crypto checked the mag, then tucked it into the back of his waistband before kneeling over the wolf. He was bloodied but alive for now. Flicking open his interface, the rat jacked into the wolf's cybernetics and ran a search. There wasn't much to find except a lot of encrypted files, but what wasn't encrypted turned out to be porn or selfies in nighclubs surrounded by scantily clad women of questionable maturity sharing in a range of illicit substances.

Then he found a directory full of digital trips. Very familiar trips named 'Highpoint.'

"Fuck," Crypto whispered.

This guy was from the mob, and a peddler of the kind of shit that gave Source Code a bad name. Highpoint was a notorious digital trip known for its addictiveness. And while cheap, it tended to be glitchy as hell. Highpoint was the single reason most people in Arcadia thought trips were like digital heroin.

But it still begged the question, what the hell was a mob lackey doing in Doxxa's lair? She hated the mob as much as Crypto did. They fucked with regular people, and that simply would not do.

Down the hall that led to the server room two feline figures stood sniggering with their backs to Crypto. They were listening to Doxxa's intensifying moans as they chatted, machine guns cradled casually in their arms.

"You think the boss gave her a hit of Highpoint?" the first asked.

"Of course he did," the second answered. "He's big enough to split that slut in two. If it weren't for Highpoint those screams would be of a very different pitch."

They laughed, hard enough to combine with Doxxa's wailing curses that they didn't hear the click of the knuckles on Crypto's left hand flick open. With a puff of compressed gas, a quad of taser nodes shot from his robotic knuckles and penetrated the fur on the back of the first goon's neck.

He stiffened immediately as ten-thousand volts of raw electricity pounded his motor-neurons. Crypto disconnected the wires with a flick of his wrist and brought his fist around before the second knew what was happening, pounding the other goon's head into the wall. He bounced off, and Crypto smashed his head back into the wall twice more on his way down.

The first collapsed and Crypto drove an elbow into his temple just in case.

Creeping to the end of the hall, Crypto cracked the metal door and peered in - then froze holding his breath as a body shifted on the other side of the door.

A goon stood just inside, among at least five other guys carrying a mixture of automatic weapons. The room, a former control room, had been refitted with a few client terminals connected to the sprawling server farm Doxxa had installed into the chamber below. What had formerly been a pumping station had been stripped out by contracted scavengers and refitted by Crypto and Doxxa into a maze of server towers, for which Proksy had written custom secure operating systems.

And in the centre, laying among a bunch of scrap computer components on her workbench was Doxxa. She was flat on her back, her legs up in the air and gripping the edge of the workbench, squealing with delight as the anthro rhinoceros standing in front of her thrust his hips up against hers with a jackhammer rhythm.

Her whole body contorted as the towering mobster fucked her silly, a cock easily the size of her forearm hammering into her core hard enough to bulge her belly out as a steady stream of precum started to ooze from the tip of her own cock. Doxxa's mouth hung open, and she undulated back and forth, cursing in a high-pitched voice as the mobster slammed her.

"Fuck!" Her belly bulged in response and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Give it to me! Fuck me! Do it, pussy! That all you fucking got!?"

The rhinoceros grunted with a sideways smile. Wrapping a large hand around her neck, he leaned over her heavily and humped hard, keeping himself hilted inside of her. "Just wait until Highpoint hits you, you thirsty little slut."

As he said it, he let out a grunt and pulled out. A spurt of his seed shot from her pussy as the rest of his load splattered up across Doxxa's half-naked body. Long ropes of thick white cum decorated her from her synthetic balls, up her belly, over her bra-clad breasts and even fell across her tongue as she stuck it out over her bottom lip.

"Already? Fucking wuss," Doxxa said, swallowing a breath along with a mouthful of the rhino's cum. She was breathing hard, but Crypto could clearly tell she hadn't gotten nowhere near her jollies yet.

That made the rhino laugh in a way that sent a chill down Crypto's spine. He pulled up the digital display on his leathery forearm and tapped a key. "See how mouthy you are after a hit of the good stuff."

"Whatever," Doxxa sniggered. "The last version of that shit didn't do anything for me-OHFUCK~!"

As soon as he sent it, Doxxa's attitude changed. Her nails dug so hard into the worktop surface that two of them snapped off. Her legs hung stiffly in the air, shaking violently as her cock began to pulse and throb. Her tongue hung out, her expression went vacant and she shook from head to toe before a long rope of her own cum shot up across her body, laying neatly from her belly all the way up to her forehead, a good length falling onto her agape mouth.

Stream after stream of her wet, sticky orgasm coated her own face as she stared at the ceiling, barely able to make a sound beyond breathing hard. The men standing around her laughed. Except after about sixty seconds of watching her unload her balls all over herself their chuckles died down.

The guy on the other side of the door marched over and whipped open his own holo-panel to check Doxxa's cybernetics, then cursed.

"Shit, boss. She's looping. Do you have the cleanup tool?"

The rhino chuckled. "Nah. Fuck this tight little bitch. We got what we need anyway. Let's upload Highpoint to the servers and get the fuck out of here."

He led the way out of the room, followed one by one by his goons before it was just the canine standing over Doxxa. He hesitated a second, then shrugged and closed his diagnostic link to the panda.

"Guess I'm not getting my sloppy seconds after all. Sorry," he said before leaving with his colleagues.

Once the room was empty, Crypto rushed in, keeping low until he reached Doxxa. By this time her blissful stare turned panicked as she realised something had gone horribly wrong. She gargled and choked as the last dregs of her cum pooled in her mouth, but she couldn't move. She could only shake from head to toe as orgasm after orgasm continued to race through her system. Her balls were empty and her cock throbbed with desperation to release more. But there was nothing left to give. At the same time a steady flow of arousal flowed down the crack of her ass as if she wet herself and pooled over the edge of workbench until a small waterfall of her juices was starting to splatter the floor.

Seeing her choke, Crypto quickly rolled her on her side to face him, but as she gasped for breath she stared straight through him. It was as if she wasn't there anymore, trapped in her own head, looping through the mind-numbing pleasure until nothing else around her mattered. She shuddered as if she was cold and he could see tears were forming in her eyes.

"Oh, shit. Doxxa can you hear me?" He tried shaking her awake as if she were having a nightmare, but she didn't react. Her pupils dilated and jerked from side to side, but aside from that she made no indication she was even aware of him.

Crypto flicked open his own interface and tried accessing her cybernetics wirelessly. He would do the same thing all the time to send and execute copies of Source Code whenever they were fooling around. Except tis time the interface went crazy and screeched to a halt.

Cursing, Crypro popped open a compartment under his wrist and pulled a spool of cable, then opened a port cover in Doxxa's hip, plugging a hard-line directly into her cybernetics diagnostic port. With much of the same factory default trickery he used before he was able to jack directly in, and what he saw stopped his heart.

Doxxa was a mess. All her cybernetics were going crazy. Every neural interface was overloaded and there was garbage data flinging errant signals and packets this way and that. Her internal firewalls were a mess, to the point even root diagnostic access was getting locked out of vital systems. Crypto thought fast and ran a brute force tool Proksy had written for him. He tried to sit patiently as it took about a minute for her firewalls to crack open, and then there was the mess of permissions issues to work through.

Eventually he found his way to the cybernetics equivalent of a task manager and found the root of the problem.

Highpoint. It was everywhere. All over her central nervous systems. It was dumping garbage all over her cerebral CPU processes, filling her software directories with temp files faster than Crypto could delete them. Her implants were being reset to factory defaults every few seconds, some implants just straight up crashing while for-loops replicated temp directories all over driver directories.

And through it all, Crypto had no idea where the root of it all was. The original executable the rhino had initiated was gone already. He had no idea where the for-loop was coming from.

The digital trip was like a fucking virus, and Crypto had no idea how to fix it. He needed that cleanup tool the goon talked about earlier.

Crypto didn't scare easily. The idea of taking on a pack of mob goons didn't scare him. What pushed the fear response was Doxxa's face. Her eyes were wide, with unusual twitches pulling at her facial muscles. Her mouth still open, a mixture of runny cum and drool dribbling onto the worktop under her cheek. Her eyes were vacant, staring through him as she continued through the loop, everything that made her _her_seemingly completely gone. In her place, lay a robot programmed specifically to just orgasm on the spot and nothing else.

"I'll be back," Crypto promised softly into her ear and he touched her face reassuringly. "Just stay with me. I'm going to get that cleanup tool and I'll be back."

With that he left, circling the workbench and drawing the pistol from his waistband.

He came down the metal stairs on the edge of the server room silent as a ghost. The mobsters had already moved out to the far end of the room and he could hear them clattering through Doxxa's equipment. Keeping the gun low Crypto shuffled to the end of the nearest rack and peered around the corner.

The rhino had forced open one of the panels and was accessing a terminal inside, plugging in several portable drives and transferring something into Doxxa's setup. No doubt he was here for the same reason Crypto was, distributing their digital poison. Though in the rhino's case it literally was poison, if Doxxa's side effects were anything to go by.

There were six of them and only one of him. Not exactly favourable odds in a stand up fight. But Crypto couldn't afford to take things slow either. Every second he hesitated was stretching Doxxa's chances. He needed that cleanup tool as quickly as possible. So this was going to call for an upfront approach.

Feeding his sub-dermal phone a backup plan in case Plan-A went horribly wrong, and he fully expected it to, Crypto braced the stolen pistol in both hands and drove it out ahead of him as he whipped around the server racks.

The goons were lined up nicely. All he'd have to do is start shooting and pan his aim an inch either way to pick off stragglers.

But when he pulled the trigger, there was no recoil or deafening bang. His finger jerked several times as he moved, but nothing happened. Instead the sights on the top of the slide blinked red and there was an obnoxious 'negative' blip as the gun electronically refused to fire.

Eyes wide, Crypto looked down at the weapon, realising it must have had some sort of friend-or-foe tracker built in to prevent friendly fire. That didn't bode well given the bad guys all had guns and now Crypto had nothing but a foolish commitment to attack.

The goons were already turning with confusion palpable on their faces. Crypto had the element of surprise at least, so throwing the pistol aside with a cry he darted into a sprint and closed the distance between them, swinging his fists in a flurry of punches.

His left came around and clocked the nearest panther in the face hard enough to re-arrange his dentistry. His other hand came up and grabbed the muzzle of another assault rifle, swinging it in the Belgian Malinois' grip so the dog couldn't fire. Pushing the weapon up he bashed it into the chin of the next goon before hooking the Malinois in his face with an elbow followed by a knee in the groin.

But even as he was making a good start, the others fell on him. Crypto felt a fist break across his jaw and his lights flickered for a moment. In just one square hit from the rhino's hammer-blow Crypto went down, and the mobsters fell on him.

Boots slammed into him from all sides as they rained blows down on the boy for several long minutes.

When the finally let up, Crypto was curled into a ball, shielding his head in both hands. But his face felt numb. He tasted blood and his whole body felt like pudding.

"Pick him up!" the rhino ordered and Crypto was forced up onto his knees by two pairs of hands. With a smug grin on his long face, the rhinoceros put his hands on his knees and went eye to eye with the dazed rat. "Lookie-lookie! What do we have here? You're either really brave, Wiener, or really stupid. My money's on the latter."

"Fuck you," Crypt spat, but all he could muster out his mouth aside from the words was a bloody dribble spilling from his bottom lip. "Just give me the cleanup tool for Doxxa."

The rhino looked confused a moment, then as if remembering he gasped and straightened up. "Oh, you mean that panda whore? Sure thing. Let me see. Where did I...? Ah, here it is."

Fishing a portable thumb-drive out of his pocket the rhino dangled it in front of Crypto's nose. But as he tried to reach for it the goons tightened their grip on him and the rhino pulled back.

"Oh, what's the matter, Wiener? Just out of your reach?" The rhino gave a barking laugh. "Forget it, kid. That slut's way out of your league anyway. You can fret over her safety all you want, she ain't gonna give you that PP-touch."

The mobsters all sniggered as Crypto struggled to grasp at the thumb drive some more. This time one of them put a fist across his face and the rat slumped on the spot with defeat.

"Leave it, Wiener. She's having the time of her life up there," the rhino assured. "You, on the other hand, are about to have a very bad day."

As the rhino said it the tip of his horn opened up to reveal the appendage had been cybernetically augmented. The pointed tip parted and opened all the way down the front. And sliding out from the inside came a chain-edged blade, which started to cycle and rev up.

Crypto looked at the brutal weapon with wide eyes and tried to pull back, but the sniggering goons held him in place.

"I've been itching to try this thing out for a while," the rhino said, revving up his chainsaw horn again. "Now hold still and I'll try to make this somewhat painless. No promises though."

As he was bringing his head down there was a sudden deafening bang nearby along with a sharp flash of light. It was followed by the crash of a boot kicking down a door, and then multiple voices shouting over each other with the same overall message.

"Arcadia police department! Show me your hands!"

The rhino pulled back with shock as he looked up at the room above them now filling up with cops.

"Where the fuck did those pigs come from?" one of the goons holding on to Crypto asked.

Between them, Crypto perked up on his knees with a chuckle.

"Like you, I'm not a fan of cops," Crypto said smirking, then flicked his wrist to open a call log on his phone. A silent alarm he sent to the emergency services earlier, his plan-B, sat on the top. "But unlike you, I'm not afraid of them."

Voices of the authorities barked out as they breached the upper floor and distracted the rhino and his goons just long enough for Crypto to wriggle free. He kicked the legs out of the guy beside him and swung his robotic arm up into the face of the other.

Shrugging them off, he dashed at the rhino, grasping for that thumb-drive, but the larger man pulled back and grabbed Crypto by the throat. With a roar he rushed forward and slammed the rat into the side of a server cabinet, denting the flimsy panelling before Crypto slumped to the ground. It wouldn't take much for the rhino to gore him there and then, but what stopped the hulking mass of grey flesh was a plethora of warning shots and the rattle of return fire.

Cops in full body armour held the upper area, firing down on the group of goons. Three went down in the initial hail while the rhino and his remaining peers dashed for the utility corridor branching off at the back of the server room.

In the confusion, Crypto rolled out of the crossfire and disappeared into the shadows between the racks, pausing only to lift a floor grate before he escaped into the cooling tunnels below.

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