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>> MATURE for impending bad puns. You have been warned.

It was another stormy night in Vectorium City for Kal, but thanks to a new game at least he had a distraction. Who could have known it would be such a transformative experience?

>> Author's Notes

I'm very excited to share this story. This combines several interests - the crux species, Digimon and Guilmon, and a cyberpunk setting. There are some nods to Cyberpunk 2077 as well, though it's merely a touch of inspiration. The commissioner is intending on this being a series, and we've discussed the overall series' plot, so please look forward to future installments.

Thank you for your patronage nfjrrjf, and thank you all for reading and enjoying. Cheers!

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>> Vectorium - Part 01 <<

Written by SynthW4V3

Commissioned by Nfjrrjf

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Ceaseless rain had meticulously veneered the glistening streets of Vectorium City for weeks with no end in sight. Stagnant storm drains, ensnared by the persistent downpour, held a reservoir of murky rainwater, resembling oil spills encroaching upon the roadside curbs. Amid the heart of the tumultuous urban expanse, an azure-furred crux hastened toward a rundown building -- an old warehouse repurposed into modest dwellings. Neon lights, agitated by the incessant rain, projected an eerie luminosity upon the city's subterranean precincts.

The crux tightened his leather jacket, the dark yellow and black material a sanctuary against the encroaching chill. A grey messenger bag clung securely under his arm as a green contraption jostled upon his back, a pair of silent companions to his nimble passage through the nocturnal gloom. Each step his lithe form bestowed upon the rain-drenched alleys resonated with an ephemeral cadence, a harmonious blend with the symphony of precipitation. A silver collar adorned his neck, catching the elusive gleam of artificial luminescence, as the urban explorer navigated the shadowed sprawl with an unparalleled feline grace.

Relieved for shelter, Kal pushed through the glass doors of his apartment building, rain dripping from his cerulean hair, and drizzling off of his snoot. The rain lashed against the panes and thunder roared in the distance, but it all seemed to fade away when the door shut out the chaotic storm behind him, leaving only a muted thud that echoed through the dim foyer. His apartment building, nestled in the less savory reaches of the city, stood as a bastion against the unceasing gales, a refuge for those who existed on the fringes.

Despite the dampness, Kal exuded an aura of excitement as he crossed the building's threshold. He did his best to suppress a shiver as he patted his bag with a hint of affection. His clothing, a fusion of functionality and modern flair, clung to him as the rain simply cascaded off, leaving only a sleek sheen in its wake. After a few moments' reprieve his excitement was adrenaline manifest as he took to the ascent up the stairs.

With each rain-soaked step, the sneakers emitted a faint squeak, accompanied by the rhythmic clicking of exposed claws on the metal stairs. Kal's physicality mirrored his spirited demeanor, a blend of exuberance and defiance against the gloomy backdrop. The neon lights outside cast an ever-changing palette on the brick walls, reflecting in Kal's emerald eyes as he ascended to his sanctuary.

Entering his apartment the crux flicked on a switch, and his modest haven unfolded before him. Functionality governed the space; the ambient glow of neon slipped in through the blinds and intertwined with the soft illumination of dim lighting and holographic displays. Wires crisscrossed the exposed brick walls, a number of them leading to an empty space on a rustic workbench. Shelves, or rather, repurposed server racks lined the walls as metallic sentinels, displaying various relics, parts, and other effects. The air, thick with the scent of aged electronics, resonated with the constant hum of machinery.

"Home, sweet home," the crux exhaled contentedly as he closed the door behind him.

He gently set down his cargo and began to undress. He slipped his jacket off, and draped it over a chair as tiny raindrops drizzled onto the dark wooden floor below. He pulled off his shirt with one swift movement, revealing the intricate markings that shimmered across his fur. Kal left the room briefly and returned with a thick towel which he used to dry off his aquamarine hair, giving it a bright and revitalized look.

A quick glance at his cargo reignited the spark of excitement in his eyes. Hurrying over, Kal first reached for the green contraption, feeling the familiar cool surface beneath his fingertips as he plugged it into his work station. His cyberdeck was worn but reliable, and bore the scars of countless virtual skirmishes. As a freelancer and hacker, it was perhaps his most valuable possession. But tonight wasn't about work. Tonight was for relaxing, and hacking for fun rather than profit. He chuckled to himself in anticipation as he slithered cables from his monitors to the deck, connecting it to an array of peripherals.

As the equipment hummed to life Kal reached for his bag, and pulled out the treasures he'd procured that night. Earlier that evening he'd dropped by his friend Azzel's workshop, and was surprised to find an early copy of 'Digimon CyberRumble 2077,' a game that isn't even supposed to be out for a few weeks. How surprised he was to discover it, more so that he wasn't the one to score the find himself. But no matter; his kobold associate was keen to trade it to him for some of his own valuable finds.

As the crux stood in Azzel's shop earlier that evening the kobold produced a pair of what appeared to be ski goggles. "You'll need these," Azzel offered, his tone thick and refined. Kal took them in his claws, and was surprised at how lightweight they were despite their apparent bulk. "They're virtual reality goggles, specially designed to be used for this game. You just plug them into your cyberdeck, and it takes care of the rest."

Safe at home he now held the goggles in his hands once again. Yellow with blue lenses, they exuded an otherworldly charm. Kal turned them over in his hands, examining every contour. A smirk played on his lips as he commented on their seemingly impenetrable exterior. "No physical way in," he mused, "but software? Let's find out."

With a deft motion, he slipped the goggles over his head, their snug fit contouring nicely against his face. He plugged them into his cyberdeck, and a moment later they flickered to life, creating a digital umbilical connection between crux and machine.

Next, the game's cyberstick -- a sleek data repository similar to the flash drives of a bygone era. As he inserted it into his cyberdeck, the 'Digimon CyberRumble 2077' intro played out, and a menu unfolded before his eyes. Normally this would be met with eagerness to play, but Kal was interested in a different game first. With the grace of the seasoned hacker Kal navigated through the virtual interface effortlessly.

His fingers danced in the air, manipulating the holographic menu with swift gestures. Kal's eyes glowed with a digital intensity as he located the backdoor into the goggles' software. With a metaphorical key, he unlocked a floodgate of coding prowess, injecting the goggles with a surge of enhancements.

The room pulsated with the glow of virtual energies as Kal's intrusion rewrote the rules. Lines of code intertwined with the game's framework, granting him an unparalleled advantage. It was a dance of the digital, a symphony of ones and zeros orchestrated by Kal's cybernetic finesse.

As the last lines of code settled into place, a triumphant grin played on Kal's lips. The augmented reality goggles, once a conduit to virtual realms, now betrayed a surreal deviation from their intended purpose. Kal, still bathed in the digital glow of his successful intrusion, confidently reached out to select "New Game." However, as his fingers lingered in the holographic interface, something unexpected unfolded.

The goggles, instead of initiating the gaming sequence, seemed to defy their programmed logic. A mesmerizing spiral materialized before Kal's eyes, its hypnotic motion pulling him into an uncharted dimension of augmented reality. The digital dance he had orchestrated took an unforeseen turn, and the once predictable lines of code now swirled with an unpredictable elegance as punctuated words flashed before his eyes.

"E??R?? R??O??R? // Virus detected. Quarantine protocol commencing."

Kal's heart raced as he realized his mistake, and he frantically scrambled to correct it. He reached up for the goggles but was met with a horrifying shock that sent sparks flying, stinging his hands. His scream pierced the air as an electric surge of pain ripped through his body, forcing him into a state of paralyzed shock. His tail vibrated in alarm, its signature curves straightening out from fear, and Kal helplessly watched as the unexpected pattern before him slowly consumed him.

Mesmerized by the spiral's captivating call, Kal felt a weave of crimson latex creeping from the goggles, materializing as though summoned from a dream. The threads unraveled into an undulating pattern that seemed to stretch beyond the dimensionality of the digital space. The silken tendrils curled around Kal with an exquisite delicacy, gliding over his form and embracing him with an intimate grace.

The liquid wrapped around his face like a lover, caressing every angle and filling it with warmth and life. He felt the ebony markings gracefully arching from his nose to beneath the goggles. His ears were morphed into an inspired draconic shape, expanding outward like wings of majesty.

He could feel the latex winding around his arms like a warm embrace, leaving behind lustrous stripes and triangular markings that enhanced his power. Then the latex caressing his fingertips, encircling each one and molding them into three elegant claws. The liquid glided over his hands, extending their size and protecting his palms with a glossy layer. With every stroke of the latex, he was becoming something extraordinary.

He luxuriated in the gentle embrace against his fur as he was seemingly born anew, the spiral dazzling his eyes with reassurance. His pants seemed to melt away, the ruby latex clinging tightly to his body, forming a tight second skin that fused with every curve and indentation. His heartbeat intensified with each passing moment, his anticipation reaching fever pitch as the living suit molded itself around him, enhancing even the most subtle features of his body and showcasing it in new light.

As the slick rubber slowly traveled downward, Kal felt a strange and wonderful sensation spreading through his body. His legs were embraced by the transformative cascade, its latex wrapping around his thighs like an undulating massage that highlighted his lean contours. He felt a brief rush of air on the exposed flesh of his manhood before he was smoothly enveloped in the rubbery material, creating a shiny, beautiful appendage between his newly formed legs.

The scarlet liquid snaked up his body, tracing the contours of every muscle and sinew. His blue velvety tail, a symbol of his creature-hood, began to be enveloped in its fiery embrace. The latex slowly gave way to a single black stripe that whispered around the base of his now straightened unfamiliar tail.

A pivotal moment unfolded as the latex reached his feet. Kal, now perched on the precipice of a digital evolution, felt the latex enclose his ankles. It flowed over his toes, merging them into two, each with a distinctive spike for a claw. After a moment another burst from his heel. The once-crux feet now embraced a more primal form, his sneakers sliced open in the back to accommodate his new form further.

Throughout all of this Kal remained stupefied by the spiral, his mind going numb as he felt an alien presence creep into his mind. Initially he was caught off guard as he felt his body overtaken by a strange embrace, unable to see, but very much able to feel. But he was aware of the strange presence entering his mind.

"What is going on...?" Kal muttered as the other presence started coming into focus, though the voice was hardly his own. It sounded like him to be certain, but the tone felt more playful. Confused, but more animated. The presence opened his eyes, and looked over himself. Thoughts and feelings flooded his senses as he looked over his rubbery body, and then at his surroundings. "Where even am I?" he whispered, clearly surprised. The presence would get no response for the moment; whomever he had inhabited was completely unconscious in the back of his mind, gently adrift in digital transcendence.

"Ah well," the new presence mused. "Time to see what Nyx can do with this body!"

Nyx's voice echoed through Kal's mind, lulled into warm acceptance of whatever was to come. A sense of excitement and adventure flooded Kal's senses as Nyx took hold of his body and mind. It was a strange sensation, being both a spectator and an active player in the transformation.

Nyx flexed Kal's new claws, marveling at the power that surged through his veins. Without warning, Nyx launched himself toward the wall, claws extended. His muscles rippled as he collided with the brick surface, leaving deep gouges in his wake. He felt a surge of adrenaline pulsating through his body as he realized what he had just done. Nyx was not just a Guilmon in virtual reality; he was now a physical entity with extraordinary powers.

Yet, as Nyx marveled at his newfound abilities in Kal's borrowed being, a flicker of concern danced across the edges of his consciousness. His gaze, fixed on the storm outside, betrayed a moment of unease, a whisper of worry that echoed through the very core of their shared existence.

"It's bleeding over here too," Nyx muttered. The storm seemed to reverberate with an ominous resonance. Nyx, now intertwined with the tangible world, felt the weight of a burgeoning reality, one where the lines between the digital and the corporeal blurred into an uncertain convergence.

The room bore witness to the aftermath of his impromptu demonstration. Muscles relaxed, Nyx turned away from the window, a silhouette against the storm's backdrop. The rain outside mirrored the cascade of thoughts within, each droplet a reflection of the dual existence they now faced. As Nyx surveyed the room, a question lingered, unspoken yet hanging in the charged air: What does it mean to be here in this reality, and not the one beyond the veil of code and data?

As Nyx mused to himself, he noticed something else: a primal urge that could not be ignored. Nyx set aside his own thoughts and grinned playfully, eager to further explore his newfound body. He ran his hands over his rubbery form, caressing the contours tenderly, teasing every sensitive erogenous zone it could find until he was left panting with pleasure. His claws scraped against the floor as Nyx tossed himself onto all fours, writhing in ecstasy at being able to experience sensation on such a primal level. With each shudder his cock grew increasingly more excited and hardened even more fully, pushing pleasurably against its own sheath. Nyx fondled his possessed body with vigor enhanced by the excitement of newfound freedom.

Whoever he took over, his body had quickly become such a fun toy.

Kal had no control beyond spectatorship as he was forced to pleasure himself. He felt almost violated as Nyx explored his body, tracing circles of delicious pleasure along his flesh. With a clawed hand he wrapped his digits around his pulsating rubbery cock, and began to glide up and down his shaft. As the sensations grew more intense, Kal's mind was completely lost in blissful trance.

Nyx's gentle yet passionate guidance sent powerful tremors of pleasure shimmering through Kal's body as his hands were forced to play. His breathing quickened and his hips moved instinctively in response to Nyx's exploratory touch, as if each stroke had been crafted just for him. Everywhere Nyx touched, it was like little bolts of electricity were coursing through Kal's veins, igniting nerve endings and sending pulses of intense pleasure to places he never knew could be so sensitive before.

He was no longer just a bystander in this bizarre situation -- he felt like an accomplice to pure blissful escapism as each caress brought out a heightened intensity within himself, making it impossible for him not to succumb to the pleasure-filled haze washing over them both. His claws dug into the floorboards below while he moaned contently from between clenched teeth at every touch sent sparks of delight cascading across his skin.

Together, Nyx and Kal become one with pleasure as their shared body was explored in wondrous detail, Nyx's hands massaging every rubbery contour of skin while gentle caresses sent waves of intense arousal through each nerve. His claws scraped against his floor when an especially strong wave of arousal shuddered through them both, light splatters of pre-cum trickling out his cockhead. While they were caught up in this moment all other thoughts faded away and the only thing that mattered now was attaining greater heights of blissful delight. At what point did the goggles stop their hypnotic spiral? Kal couldn't even recall, so lost in the pleasure of the moment he was.

The pleasure was almost too much for Kal to bear as Nyx coaxed his body into a deeper orgasmic state. He moaned and groaned in delight as wave after wave of pleasure crashed through him, each more intense than the last. His hips bucked and quivered as Nyx's fingers massaged and stimulated his most sensitive areas, sending sparks of bliss radiating throughout his body. There was something so deeply intimate about this experience that could not be put into words, as if their union had become one powerful force of arousal.

The sensations became too overwhelming for Kal as he felt himself becoming lost in a sea of purest ecstasy. His breathing increased with each caress from Nyx's hands, practically begging for the final release of orgasmic pleasure that only a few moments away from being attained. His head tilted back and his hands clenched tightly beneath him as he reached the summit, waves of rapturous pleasure shooting through his entire body like lightning bolts.

In that moment, it felt like time stopped and nothing else mattered but the exquisite pleasure coursing through him. He was lost in a trancelike state, not even aware of Nyx anymore, just pure ecstasy washing over every inch of his skin. In that moment Kal felt truly alive, completely consumed by pleasure. The intensity of it all left him breathless and trembling with delight.

The pair's shared pleasure was like pure energy until finally they reached completion simultaneously. Creamy arcs of hot seed spilled out of their shared body, splashing over their rubbery stomach as Nyx roared in release. Kal was swept along in this moment, a passenger coaxed to fruition, reveling in glorious rapture spilling over them both before fading out into gentle aftershocks.

The blissful moment lingered on as Kal and Nyx felt their vision blur, their shared consciousness gradually succumbing to the gentle pull of afterglow. The room, bathed in the ambient glow of monitors and the subtle hum of electronics, became a vessel navigating the currents of a shared subconscious. 'How' and 'Why' eluded description, but such intricacies became inconsequential in the encompassing vastness of the present experience.

In this serene moment the ominous storm outside became a distant murmur, a worry deferred to the recesses of their shared awareness. Cradled in their newfound symbiotic embrace, the enigma of their dual existence lingered on, awaiting the gentle unraveling of the mysteries woven into the fabric of their shared reality.

>> New Game?