Testing Ava
Disclaimer: This story contains rape, digital incest, and transhumanist themes (Artifical Intelligence, mind copying, memory sharing). If any of this bugs you, don't read. Glee's character is copyright Glee.
Eridian Station is the crowning achievement of it's time, the first city-scale orbital habitat. Still in construction, it's designed to house 10,000 people, providing them with space to work, live and play; but like all great achievements, building it is a long and arduous process. Unlike previous achievements, a large part of the construction effort is being done autonomously, with only a handful of sentient creatures taking a hand in the project.
Ava is one such entity, an AI designed from a mental copy of her creator, her purpose is to manage Eridian Station's internal systems during construction, and to take over as head AI afterwards. She's powerfully built, meant to handle the needs and requests of 10,000 sentients in addition to being the core control point of every system upon the station, unfortunately this has left a lot of idle processing time during the far less arduous construction process. A hierarchical program, Ava has many sub-processes and systems that work autonomously without her direct control, answering standard queries, opening doors, and turning on coffee makers. This leaves Ava's higher functions free to tackle more complex tasks, which at the moment mostly consist of playing herself at games of chess. She does, however have moments of respite between checkmates to enjoy other simple things in life, and Ava has discovered that the cooling fans in her server room have an almost hypnotic effect, the steady whir being quite calming. She's even gone so far as to occasionally turn off the security cameras there and dedicate a subprocess to the simple act of enjoying the darkness and the sound, making it her Zen. So it was quite a surprise to her when a security signal was activated in the server room; someone had accessed the maintenance data port on her primary server.
It took less than a microsecond for the security cameras to activate and for her to identify the intruder: Glee, the head architect for the data systems, and Ava's own designer. Still though, the access was unauthorized, and just as Ava was about to sound the alarm, her world went dark, Glee's virus activated. Ava's mind struggled for several moments, the fight between her and the digital intruder lasting only milliseconds, but to her it was an eternity as she lost access to subsystems and subprocesses; the virus, tailored for her, working to isolate her down to only her core neural net processor. The station's functions changed little, it's only 3-quarters complete, the ring isn't even spinning yet and so no decks have gravity. Ava had been leaving things running on automatic for a while now, and it'll be weeks before she'd really need to intervene in any processes. In effect, she's trapped, and nobody will find out for a long time. She knew this, and a gentle whisper, like a leaf blowing through her mind informed her that Glee knew this too. Inside the server room, Glee gives a swish of her tail, removing the link cable from the data port on the console, and with a swish of her tail, she slides from the server room.
A small sample of eternity passed as Ava took note of her available systems. She was cut off from everything, left with only the memory and power of her core processor, she doesn't even have the requisite files to form intelligible speech. The virus, however, apparently did though, as it whispers softly through her mind, "You're going on vacation, precious." It's voice fell somewhere between the sweet tones of Glee, and the snarl of a german shephard, something seductive, like a butcher knife. Suddenly she felt a rustling of data, a database being loaded into her against her will. It took a few moments for it to integrate before she realized what it was, the sense of something sliding against flesh, tactile sensation like a soft caress across a virtual belly. "You're mine" the virus hisses as she feels something like a grab at her throat.
Suddenly the world shifts, a rush of sensation hitting her inputs as she finds herself upon a virtual wasteland, red soil under her feet with a black sky above. The horizon stretches into infinity, undeterred by physical laws, and the gentle brush of wind slides across her naked flesh. Her body is that of her standard avatar, a white, wingless anthropomorphic dragoness, and nobody else appears to be around. She opens her mouth to attempt to speak, her lack of a language pack making the attempt little more than a hiss and snarl. "I guess you're wondering what's going on. Don't worry, you'll find out." She's answered, the disembodied voice carried on the wind. The wind shifts, it's temperature dropping a couple degrees and sending a chill through her flesh, "We're sisters, Glee made me from a copy of her mind, just as she did you."
A soft lick brushes Ava's cheek. "Glee needed to test the backup systems and got permission from Control to put you in sleep mode for a couple weeks." Suddenly a database brushes against Ava's mind, the mail server. She was indeed sent a memo about being put in sleep mode later that day, she never received it though, Glee was doing maintenance on that server. "But why put such a beautiful creation like you, dear sister, to sleep when there's much more... delicious things she could do to you." Suddenly Ava's body went still, her body seeming trapped by the very air itself as her muscles flex against intangible bonds. "Such delicious things." the virus says, a warm wind tickling her ear with the whisper as she felt warm lips trail down her belly, kissing slowly at her quivering flesh.
The kisses slowly travel along her body, grazing her hips to circle up below her breasts, the poor AI's virtual breath starting to quicken as she finds another routine loaded without her permission, the virus playing with her mind through it to elicit her arousal. Her fingers start to slowly twitch as the virus tweaks her further, phantom teeth catching at a nipple, a tongue flicking across it, her arousal being pressed farther than it should have to make her moan out, only to have the ghostly maw disappear from her flesh. "Mm, no you don't dear." Says her captor as she suddenly feels the bonds let loose, letting her fall to her hands and knees on the hard-clay soil. Suddenly the ground gives in beneath her, her legs sinking into it like mud before the earth hardens again, trapping her lower body in a pocket of cool clay mud. Ava struggles, beating her hands against the tough ground, her legs thrashing inside the clingy mud interior before she feels something just barely graze her leg. A fear grips Ava's heart as her body goes frightfully still, that ghost-wisp of a sensation enough to set a panic in her chest, apparently another routine the virus had loaded into her. She pants softly, the back of her mind trying desperately to unload the panic routine but failing miserably, the virus apparently having infiltrated her core processor that far already. "Mm, what's wrong, love? Is something bothering you?" The virus says, another brush slipping along the inside of her naked thigh. Suddenly Ava squeals out, losing any semblance of mental control she had as she struggles, banging her hands against the ground as her legs and tail flail within the soil. All her panic-driven struggles come to naught though, as something wraps itself around her legs, a warm tendril, slightly soft like foam and covered in a loose spattering of coarse hairs.
She struggles as hard as her virtual body would let against that tentacle, it's grasp steadily tightening as her hands bash at the hard earth, only to suddenly sink into the ground before it hardens once again around them, trapping her arms in mittens of earth and rock. She lets out another loud cry, her body giving a convulsing struggle as she feels the tip of a tendril lightly brush at the mound between her legs, giving it a few slow strokes amid her struggles before wrapping around her thigh. "Let me go, Please!" she screams out, the virus suddenly giving her access to her language pack. "I'll do anything, just let me go!"
"Oh little sister, I can't do that." The virus crooned, a soft stroke of a phantom hand along her cheek. "Glee wouldn't be very happy, she'll be downloading my memories of you for her enjoyment later, and I want her to get as much pleasure as possible from you. Besides, you'll do anything I desire anyway- you really don't have a choice, do you?" Suddenly Ava feels the wrench of her language pack being torn from her mind, that tentacle around her legs squeezing tight as her head is locked in place, a pair of soft lips pressing gently at her own. A phantom tongue weeds itself into her muzzle, prying her lips and teeth apart as it rapes her maw, stroking along the roof of her mouth and along her own tongue. She tries to bite the intruder, her teeth squishing the virtual tongue but apparently doing nothing to it as it continues to stroke and tease inside her maw. The squeezing tentacles around her legs also decide to join in, a tendril sliding up between her thighs to softly probe the slice of her sex, flicking along her mound and making her legs quiver before slipping just a short distance inside.
As the virus molests Ava, the captured AI's limbs are set free, the ground softening around her as the tentacles slither up her body capturing the rest of her flesh, her trapped maw continuing to be teased by that phantom tongue, her legs quivering around that tendril as it slowly slips inside her sex. Suddenly the tentacles jerk her down, dragging her into the mud-filled cavern. She flails her arms, ignoring the ongoing kiss as she feels the earth harden above her head, trapping her inside the mud pocket. "Oh sweet sister, why do you struggle? I know you enjoy it, I can feel it in your mind." The virus whispers into her ear as she feels that tentacle give a jerk inside her sex, making her inner muscles quiver softly, a moan escaping her throat in the form of bubbles in the mud.
Things can hardly get worse for Ava, those tentacles roaming her body, squeezing her flesh as they randomly probe her. That intimate tentacle continues to slip inside her, it's length undulating slightly like a worm crawling within her sex, seeking out the deepest depths of her quivering flesh. Her legs kick softly in their bindings as she feels the tentacle's tip brush against her cervix, twitching softly against the entry of her womb as it pulses gently within her. Suddenly it jabs deep within her, penetrating her womb in some combination of a slither and an ooze before it settlesinside her. She lets out a squeal, her body straightening out as that tongue leaves her flesh to let her moan and whimper into the mud, the sound becoming more clear than it should be under the circumstances, and the tentacles taking advantage of the moment to wrap themselves around her limbs, binding her arms to her sides.
It's at this moment that things change subtly, the cool mud remaining, but as Ava opens her eyes, she sees through it's murky depths, the black tentacles wrapping around her flesh, one becoming a thick protrusion from between her legs, and before her is a canid head, brown, scraggly fur and red, fiery eyes making up it's features. "Hi, sis." It says with a large, cheshire grin, that tentacle wedged within her body giving a wiggle and convulsion as she feels it dump some kind of warm fluid within her womb. Slowly a body begins to materialize behind that head, extending into a brown neck and body, a non-anthro avatar it seems, is the choice of the virus. "We're going to have such fun together." It says, that lupine muzzle sliding back to molest Ava's muzzle as she feels the wolf's body press in against her front.
The tentacles continue to roam her flesh, the virus-wolf lapping inside her muzzle as an invisible force holds it open for the lupine tongue and tentacles. Her inner walls continue to flex and quiver around that thickening, pulsing tentacle, it's fluid starting to ooze from her into the mud now. She struggles hard, her panic only rising as she feels something between the wolf's legs brush her thigh. The virus catches her tongue, tugging it into it's muzzle to suckle as she feels the thick length of a knotted cock press at her thigh, the tentacles slowly rotating her to settle her back against the wolf's belly, that hot shaft dragging along her scales before wedging itself under her tail. "Oh sis, I'm going to enjoy you so much." The wolf hisses, it's eyes burning a dark red as it thrusts it's hips forward, that pressing itself into her tail hole.
The virus slowly rocks it's hips, each thrust pressing it's length deeper into the poor AI's rump, that knot stretching her before it pops in, locking behind her tail hole. Her body spasms gently around it, her sex quivering around that anchored tentacle before the wolf begins to truly begin thrusting, pistoning it's shaft between her legs as it's sharp canines tug at her tongue. Ava begins to pant, her chest heaving as a pair of tentacles continue to play along her breasts, the wolf's knot swelling within her as the virus begins to pant with feral desire, letting her tongue free. It wraps it's teeth around her neck, biting at the tender flesh as it slams it's length up inside her rump, it's knot swelling as it's length spasms, emptying lupine seed into her flesh as those jaws quiver around her neck. The wolf's knot, already locked within her begins to move again, the virus rocking it's hips against her, the tentacle in her sex mimicking the action. Unfortunately for Ava, her body fails to give her any release, the routines for orgasm apparently edited out of her virtual body by the virus. A soft whisper glides across her mind, the virus's maw apparently busy licking at her throat. "If you want release, all you have to do is ask for it, Sis." The virus says, though in the back of Ava's dulled mind, she doubts the virus's willingness to give her back her language pack.