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Chapter 1

With a fast and immediately strike to take advantage of the opening this short haired man lifted the large sword over his head, raising it quickly and then pulling down along the pommel to swing that blade in a clear and decisive arch that brought it down into the ground. Golden tresses flowed back from the force of the movement and while the blonde man who had suffered this attack found himself locked in a lean away from that strike, the force of it sending him backwards that body would soon be broken into pixels and then burst into apart, the bold letters above the head announcing the winner of the fight and his hands lifted into the air as the continue counter started down from ten. In normal cases the game would be continued until someone ran out of quarters, but this store was getting ready to close and there simply wasn't enough time for them to have another fight.

"That was a pretty awesome move!" The young voice called to him while his hands lifted to remove the helmet, placing it down on the stalk that was designed to hold it. The person that had fought him had already left the game, had already hung up the helmet and might have very well been this kid.

When you're unable to see who your opponent is it becomes very hard to tell what their age is, but with this kid talking to him now one could only assume. The smile that ran over his face gave him directive to reach his hand down over the top of that kid's head, patting it easily and then stepping free from the platform. His voice spoke down softly to thank the kid for the compliment, but with the store closing the boy would already be off, running away and leaving him behind while he moved over towards the building owner. While everyone else left, moving through the door that was being held for them this man didn't, only standing to the side and letting them all go. He didn't say anything, though, giving the room time to clear and then when that door was finally closed up, locked, their eyes would finally meet and the soft grin rolled over both their lips.

"You could have gone easier on that kid, Dash." The owner broke the silence pulling a soft chuckle from the short brown haired man that stood there with hands in his jean pockets.

"I was in the game, I didn't know he was a kid." It was an easy laugh that they shared, looking out the glass door quickly to see that the parking lot had cleared out and that another car was pulling in, "So you say that I have a new challenger then?"

"Yeah, I hear that she's got some interesting codes written, nobody is saying what they do, though." He explained to the man.

The figure that moved from the dark vehicle was that of a man wearing a suit opening and closing the car door behind him as he'd move to the challenger, opening that door for her so that she could step out. Her figure was well set, placed nicely under her knee length skirt and formal jacket. The collared shirt on her body hide away the nice sized breasts that rested under it, the skirt shying eyes from her lovely hips, and even the jacket that covered it all did well to make sure that those who would be looking on at her didn't get a very good eyeful of many things. She wasn't here to be appealing, wasn't here to make jaws drop, and even though she absolutely could, she was here to kick someone's ass and show that this girl wasn't just some script kitty. The body guard wasn't much of anyone, just someone that she carried to these events in case things got hard enough, not everyone was willing to accept losing to a girl, and with her approaching this door she'd find it opened by the arcade manager who she'd thank quickly before turning towards her opponent with her hand stretched out.

"Vanessa Lanceson, Tech Security." Her voice sounded out with a cool air of confidence, the smile that wrapped around her lips showed that she was looking over him, was studying him and to that he'd take her hand in his own.

His hand gripped hers, feeling the soft texture of her palm, but the harder texture of her finger tips, evidence that she spent a lot of time with her fingers pushing down keys, "Dash.. I mean, Harrison Mikel. You don't have a handle?"

"Gave it up a long time ago, Dash. People are a lot less likely to trust you in their computers when you go by Firefly." She smiled at him again and stepped away, moving towards the rest of the arcade to look around slowly, her finger moving to push her thin framed glasses up along her nose so that she could get a better look at it all until her gaze fell easily towards that VR machine that was being played on earlier. "Is that what we're playing on?"

The owner stepped up quickly and shook his head, motioning her towards the back quickly to help guide her. "Not that one. That's for the customers, the hacked game is down in the basement. You can put your ports in there." It was then that he'd look back at her with a tilt of his head, "You did remember your portable hard drive right?"

Vanessa reached her hand into her pocket pulling a hard drive easily to hold it up for him to see. Where a normal hard drive couldn't exist in a pocket for long, a portable one had a layer of protection to it, a casing of plastic and a way to plug it in to normal computers so that people didn't need to open them up in order to do such things. The path that she walked had taken her around a corner, through a door, and over a few downward facing steps towards a basement that included a handsome looking machine, darker than the one upstairs and what could only be described as built into the wall itself. The sight of it was open, the circuits clearly having been tampered with and even the storage ports for people to plug their portables into so that they can have their special codes in game when taking on one another. This wasn't just a normal VR machine, this machine didn't use any kind of controller, where the helmet took control of the nervous signals that could be going from the brain to the body and instead translated it to the character within the game. It was a generally common concept for Virtual Reality, but one that had proven to be quite popular with keywords that allowed someone to exit immediately if they needed to. Those words no longer existed here, though, the game continued until there was a winner and while the real body wasn't harmed, the victories were brutal, they were inescapable, they and they were set in stone. No cowards, only winners.

***

The two were put on their platforms without challenge, the helmets being placed on their heads and those hard drives being plugged up. It was no time at all before their bodies went into a very familiar numb, the transfer of their minds from the physical body to the preconstructed digital one designed by them, built by them, and equipped by them. While the machine upstairs stored default characters this one bypassed that so that those who actually belonged on this lower machine would make their own, design something personal to them. That machine was about one on one fighting in the different styles that were available, gun fights, sword play, space battle, the options were nearly endless, but on this one the it was about something entirely more. There were no limitations about what you could do here, this machine wasn't about just different styled fighting, it was about hacking. The purpose was to use codes specially designed for this in order to tear the opponent's avatar apart, to destroy it. The point here was to access that hard drive and erase what they'd made before they could do the same, but what made it a far more underground sport wasn't that it was just about hacking, it was also about wearing down that avatar's stamina, to weaken it with contact, with attacks that would break it down while the two drove their sexual urges on one another. The point was about fighting, but also fucking.

With his figure forming around him those eyes turned down to his hands, opening and closing the fingers to make sure that his new body fit him well. It wasn't the first time he'd been in it, but this was something basic that all coders do in order to make sure that there aren't any bugs that worked their way into the figure, not that the match would be called off if it did. The fur that ran over his body was one of an almost orange color, red-ish at best, with black hands and feet. The movement of his bushy tail flowed around his nude body, whipping back and forth with a quick grace and elegance before it brushed over his exposed sheath and balls. The toned look of his figure shown out well, not overly muscular, but quick and agile, something that had proven to be it's own usefulness in the past. Even the snout looked good, felt right, felt like it belonged there where he moved to shift and adjust his orange furred body, getting himself loosened up for the match that was coming. As he did so this fox, this vulpine, would be able to look on at his opponent, to see what kind of figure she had taken for this. There wasn't much that could be told thanks to the layers that she wore to this building, but now that he could see her naked in a figure of her own creation it was going to tell him more about Vanessa as he would have been able to tell just by talking with her.

An easy smile rolled over his lips at what he was seeing, the design that she had made for herself was still female, something he was happy about personally, but more important it was another furry figure. He could look on at the generous curves all day long, the white hips, the pert rump, the large sized breasts, but what he was looking at was the dark fur, the slender tail, and the short ears to show that this girl was a panthress. It had been a while since he last got to see a feline furry fan, but watching her now with that tail swishing and swaying about made him smile brightly to her. Vanessa smiled as well, happy to have his attention and happy that the design she had developed for herself had gotten enough of his attention to stall him at pulling his first attack. That left him open easily and this girl would immediately charge in for speed, her dark body matching the floor well to make the motions of her movements hard to tell, but as her hand reached to the side that mind focused, summoned the first of many codes that she had available at her disposal, this one being the top of her deck where she'd feel a bastard sword form in her hand, fill her grip, and then quickly swing it in a fast motion. It was a basic code to use, a deletion code to try and remove blocks of his avatar's figure, work it down to get better placed codes in the works.

Harrison blinked at how she was closing in on him so quickly, only then breaking his focus on the sway of her beautiful body and seeing that sword swinging in for him. His arm lifted on the spot, focusing on a defensive code and allowing a shield to form over the arm to catch the blade, deflecting the code, but not destroying it just yet. It was going to take time to break down the deletion key that she was using in her code, but in the mean time he'd managed to save himself for the most part knowing that the attack could have done some damage, maybe even ended the match depending on the potency of the program she was running. As she swung again, the girl would come up the other side, twisting her dark feline body to bring that blade quickly at an upward angle along the undefended side forcing the blade against his chest, running it along at that arch until blade was past him. The damage it did forced his hand to his chest, he didn't feel the pain from it, or the texture of the pixelated scar that had been drawn there dancing about and trying to fix itself, something not possible as the code that had been there on his chest had been deleted leaving that gap to remain, because of this he growled, knowing that he'd have to patch and rewrite that code again, get it mended and corrected before he'd be able to use this body again, but until then it was time for the fox to fight.

With that shield out front to further protect himself, his hand reached behind him, feeling his fingers wrap around the long shaft of a lengthening pole arm that grew from his grip only to be thrust forward before it was even done being formed. This allowed him a bit of deceit, where she had judged the length based on it forming there was no way that this girl could know just how deeply penetrating that code was actually designed to be and when it cut into her shoulder she'd gasp at it, moving to drop her sword and take that shaft in hand. Harrison stepped forward towards her, pushing it in deeper, but her other hand was already reaching under the shaft to catch the dropped weapon on it's way down towards the ground, gripping it one again before the same arm with a stabbed shoulder would swing the blade fast in a close arch, not to attack the fox, but to attack his weapon and with a single quick swipe that spear would burst into small squares, leaving his hand holding onto nothing and that bastard sword coming in once again. This time he was ready, though, and that shield again blocked the panthress's path towards him, his body even stepping in so that he could drive that shield into her figure, forcing the girl backwards with a powerful shove that knocked the girl clearly off of her feet.

With Vanessa on her back it was time for the fox to make a real attack at her, to finally open this fight up. His legs leaned in, kicking hard against the ground at once to throw himself into the air towards her. With a shield on his left arm and his own sword forming in his right that bared teeth showed that he was looking to finally bring this fight to a harsh climax. The panthress saw him in the air, though, noted that he was already coming down at him, but instead of showing worry or concern she had to smirk at him, spotting that strike coming at her, but also noticing that he wasn't likely to be able to dodge if she made one of her own. The sword was plunged deep into her chest, forcing itself down between her large and soft breasts all the way until the hilt forced the thrust to stop, but her hands weren't focused on that at all and instead wrapped around the back of his head, pulling him clearly into a deep and long kiss in an instant faster than Harrison was able to avoid, his eyes widen at first, but then soften quite a bit before growing stern again, her breath flowing into his mouth, his cheeks puffing up instantly and those dark hands lifting to grip his own throat while he coughed what looked to be a fine green mist of some sort. A poison maybe, but how it could possibly help here he had no idea.

That sword was once again lifted, pulled from the panthress's body just as her own rose up under that shield, avoiding it this time as the panthress would tear it clearly over her head. The fox had to gasp when he realized what had happened and his arm landed to the distance before turning into square pixels and then bursting from sight. His left arm had been removed in only a second and with it his defensive program that had been doing well to keep the girl at bay. It didn't hurt, he couldn't feel the pain from the avatar or this fight would have been over right about when it started, but instead he'd stab forward again, not going for the chest once more, but instead her own arm, forcing the blade into the ground just like before while severing her elbow with a single thrust. He didn't know what kind of programs she'd written into that left arm of hers, but the dark limb now lay there, removed and then vanishing just as his had leaving her to lift her foot and kicking him away from her, pushing her sword to the ground in order to pick herself up as quickly as she'd be able to, bringing that body to a stand just in time to lift her weapon and block that swinging strike that was already coming down at her once again with the end of her weapon.

If they'd been normal blades then the steel would have bounced off of one another, but these weren't normal swords at all, and when they connected their codes flickered, crashing, sizzling against one another before the two would burst at once out of one another's hands, the two weapons deleting one another on contact, but something else was clearly wrong here, there was an issue, an error happening within the the talented hacking fox.

***

In the virtual world here they couldn't feel their bodies, the pain, the effects, the damage didn't transmit to the brain the same way that the brain transmitted signals for the body to move, this was a fail safe so that the battles that take place could be as thrilling as possible. The damage was recorder to the side, but it absolutely didn't get registered with the player, given that was the case this orange fox wasn't able to feel the stab wound growing on his chest, slowly trying to take out more and more of him the longer the fight went on. So why was it that he could clearly feel his thick vulpine dick throbbing, aching to be used. His hand reached down to wrap around it and while he could clearly feel it doing just the way that it was acting he could see feel the horniness, the effects of the desire to mate and give himself over to this beautiful, dark feline creature. The sight of him doing this even drew a smile to those panthress lips showing that she knew exactly what she'd done to him, it wasn't something harmful, she wasn't planning to kill him or anything, but what she did have planned here today was something only quite a bit darker. His panting lips drawing her in, but even there she wasn't foolish enough to get within striking distance, not while the remains of her left arm fell away with the spreading of that shoulder wound taking up what had been left over and the deep stab to her chest already spreading outward around her back and front, swallowing away a good portion of her very generous chest. The wounds would decide the victor of this fight, if the two were willing to stop here, but with a single hand left remaining neither was about to call it quits just yet.

It was always smart to keep a few codes on reserve, set in the background just in case the main weapons failed to work, or worse were taken out just like they had been here. As Harrison moved to clench his fist his hand would display just that. It wasn't a big code, and it wasn't able to do much, but it could absolutely fragment data like a worm, eating away at small parts of the body and other things with three blades tearing free from the backside of his hand. Sure it was inspired by someone else, but the purpose was far more useful than just some normal hack code. Most had direct purposes, but this set of claws were bound with a virus, set in a way that it would continue to effect her further if he could get a hit in. Vanessa wasn't without her own codes either, but had to wait for him to get closer to her for her to use such things. The easy snarl on her lips showing that it was clearly her turn to attack and while she lifted the palm of her hand to him he'd close that distance, arching his arm into the form of a hard scratch for the entire purpose of trying to leave that scratch in her arm, he only needed to land once, but what he wasn't expecting was for this girl to send a wave of fire from her hand, pushing it out like a wall from her palm and leaving him just enough space to dodge to the right, as it burn right through his shoulder and took his clawed arm with it.

The spreading of the wounds though left her with that right arm falling off as well as both of them became unable to continue their attacks, but that didn't stop his need, didn't stop his drive and even without arms his body would collide to hers. Their furred figures tumbling down into the ground, but while he was on top his legs worked quickly, desperately to try and spread her own. The panthress couldn't fight back in this match and if they were going to slowly be eaten away by their wounds anyway then there was really no purpose in not giving into him. As he pushed himself into her, though, the feeling of her textured cunny was very real around his cock, something about this drew feeling and sensation that was being transmitted back to him. Even through that his mind failed to care, only moaning deeply at the amazing feeling of that tightness crushing down around his thick meaty vulpine member as he pushed in more and more against her, filled her, and even watched while her body responded to his. Harrison could watch was Vanessa's back arched in time with his thrusts, he could tell that she was feeling this the same way that he was, but why? Did the reason matter at all? He could feel that tightness growing more powerful, his mind clouding once again while his thickness continued to fill her, continued to push in and pull out, continued to thrust and take her entirely with as hard an impact as his armless figure was able to deliver to her.

The torso of the two finally giving away and their upper halves dropping out to vanish like the rest of them, leaving only the hips to continue driving forward into that awaiting slit. Little more than a thick dick penetrating a tight pussy at this point while the two continued, but he could still feel it, could still think. His mind slowly fading with information being lost, he tried to think of her name, tried to remember who he was fighting today, but the only word that rang any bell at all was a single word, and while even those nether parts between what used to be their legs finally poofed and faded away that same word was the only thing he could think of when the helmet was being removed. His eyes adjusted to the real world, seeing the girl in the suit once again and while he stepped towards her, his knees would give out, his body would bow down to her, and as he looked up at the girl that same word continued to echo, finally pulling from his lips.

"Mistress." Was all he could say to her, the breath that she'd given him earlier being one of her more specialized codes not only designed to effect the avatar, but to use it as a gateway to the brain itself, to override those transmitter blocks and infect not only that digital body, but the brain itself. A dirty trick, but one that always seemed to work out in her favor. Now the only thing that she needed to figure out was where to keep her latest pet.