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Brother Swapping 5

Meero is about to find his brother. But how much has changed since?

“We still don’t know why he’s here. We should stop.”

“Right now? But we’re having so much fun. Is that right, Meef?”

“Good… Good,” moaned Meero.

The Wolf, Daddy, kept tugging on his overly sensitive nipples, on the weight attached to them. He kept twisting, yanking, until they burned. But it didn’t stop the pleasure as the Wolf kept fucking his asshole, filling it with cum… So much cum. So much cum, the poor Dragon was almost round, his belly bulging.

Meero’s mouth opened, with the smell of cum coming forth after being forced to eat nothing but cum while hooked on IVs to complete his diet.

It was the eighth hour his cock had been erect and painful. A painful session compared to the others. His balls were full, his prostate afire. But the poor Dragon couldn’t cum. Not with his own fists inserted within, or with the plethora of dildos Daddy had forced inside his ass.

Even with the machine pumping inside his orifice, the Dragon had been locked. He couldn’t cum… And he didn’t want his cum to hurt. He didn’t want his balls to burn.

He moaned. He cried.

“Please… Daddy… Cu-Cum,” moaned Meero.

“See. He’s good.”

“Bollocks. We have to move further. And you keep that… That toy!”

Well, though the words were heavy with disgust and spite, that was true. Meero looked like nothing but a toy. Without legs and arms, the Dragon looked nothing more than a pretty fuckdoll that was fucked and impaled on the Wolf’s dick, enduring another cumshot inside.

Another throbbing shot that made his belly throb, that made his guts feel good and fuzzy and whatever.

That sensation was much better than being empty, than being without the knotted dick inside… Or without a dildo.

So, Meero smiled. He grinned even.

“His system is stable. I can pull him out. Otherwise, we’ll have to wait.”

“… Fine. Let him cum, and we’ll start again.”

The Wolf groaned, grumbled, and then he pulled out, leaving Meero’s asshole gaping and craving for more. The orifice was again clenching onto nothing, except for the flow of cum that was going out and…

Bliss.

Before Meero could moan or beg to be stuffed by ‘Daddy’ once more, the Dragon’s groin burst in pleasure.

Groin, then lower belly, then chest, then his entire abdomen was devoured by the flames of ecstasy. Followed his neck, nape, spine, brain as the Dragon smiled, his tongue lolling out.

His eyelids twitched. His entire torso was taken over by spasms before one message invaded Meero’s vision.

He came, his cumshot soaring through the air, almost hitting the ceiling while his testicles clenched and were pulled.

One shot.

Two… Three.

The Dragon’s smile was unfeigned. Genuine. Perverse.

System flush. Cleaning scrambled data. Cleaning up sensors cache.

Meero blinked.

From the height of pleasure and joy, the Dragon was brought back, and he shuddered. His torso shuddered as if he were cold and sick. He was feeling ill. Nauseous, even. He gargled and then retched, or tried to. But as much as he retched and forced on his abdomen, rolling on his side, no liquid, no cum flowed out.

He couldn’t vomit, despite how teary-eyed he was while the Wolf stepped around, visibly dissatisfied, crossing his arms.

“That’s no fun,” he said.

“The… The fuck… Have you done?” moaned Meero, his voice low and plaintive.

“See. No fun. Go on… Crocky. Tell us why you’re here. Or I’ll hook you back to the tickle machine.”

Meero blinked.

Then the memory of the tickle machine hit him. Of that quasi-day spent strapped by chains, with feathers rubbing against his body while his tactile sensitivity had been cranked to the max. He’d… He’d gone in the deep end, cumming and crying at the same time.

His eyes lowered, his eyelids clenching.

“Don’t… Don’t do that.”

“That’s not up to me, Crocky. Talk, or else.”

“It doesn’t help,” said the voice in the dark. “Let him recover.”

“Interpol,” mumbled Meero.

Silence.

“What?” finally spoke the Wolf, blinking and walking around before gripping Meero by the chin. “What did you say?”

“Interpol… I’m… I’m working for Interpol.”

“Repeat that!”

“What is this? Isn’t it enough?” asked the distant voice.

“Shut up!” roared the Wolf, turning to Meero. “Interpol. You said Interpol. Who sent you?”

“K-Keshan,” mumbled the Dragon.

The Wolf’s hands were shaking. He bit his lip. His eyes widened. And… he dropped Meero.

“FUCK!” he roared, stomping away and giving something metallic a large kick.

“THE HELLS ARE YOU DOING?!” shouted the distant voice.

“That’s him! That’s fucking him!”

“Him what?”

“The agent I was supposed to meet! FUCK! FUUUUUUUUUUCK!”

Meero was left salivating and oozing on the ground, cum still dripping out of his cock… And a lot more from his asshole as he coughed.

Around them, the two were shouting and crying; stuff was kicked. Even furniture. Stuff was even thrown.

“Calm down!”

“CALM DOWN?! I’M FUCKING TOAST! THEY WILL KNOW!”

More stomping as Meero tried to roll. He wasn’t entirely limbless. There were still the connectors he could shake as they were tied to his bust and muscles. But they were pretty sensitive and not made to bear his weight.

Still, he’d managed to roll, to go on his side before someone gripped him. The Wolf.

“Hey! Hey! Hey dude! I can help! I’ll help you! Just don’t tell Keshan I did that! I’ve got… I’ve got a reputation to protect. What do you say? I… I’ll be nice. Pl-Plus, you were late. You should’ve come early. It’s… It’s our fault together, okay?”

Meero grunted, groaned. He grimaced. And then. He spat at the Wolf’s face, who dropped the Dragon and wiped his face.

“Crap! I’ll tell Keshan! That’s… How you’re supposed to help me?!”

“Deserved,” added the voice in the distance. “Klen. Get out of here.”

“But… But-“

“Get out before you do more damage. Or put yourself in a worse situation.”

The Wolf whined. But his footsteps became distant. He was leaving… Giving Meero time to recover his composure. To breathe, though it hurt to be dropped like a dead weight. Especially his nuts that’d smacked on the floor, leaving him breathless.

Defenseless, too, when more steps approached. A furry hand reached for the Dragon.

“Fu… Fuck you, too,” huffed Meero. “I’ll… find a way to… Make you regret that.”

“That’s fair. Now. If you would wait before you bite or choke me,” said the voice.

Finally, Meero was turned on his back, his eyes up to the neon light above, and then the shadow of a face.

Mandibles, one artificial. Many eyes, though, four were red from the artificial implants. It was a jumping spider. That guy… That other guy was a jumping spider.

He held Meero’s right arm.

“You… Helped him.”

“Yes,” answered the Spider, approaching the arm to Meero’s connector. Then, with a lack of finesse, the Spider wedged the artificial arm and connected it to the ports. A window flashed before Meero’s eyes and… A spark. A pain. Pain as he could move his fingers, wave them. Close them. And he reached for the Spider’s nearest arm out of the six he possessed.

“Give… Me a reason not to break it,” mumbled Meero, huffing and breathing. Watching that chitinous and hairy arm that felt so easy to break. Nothing artificial or reinforced.

“I’m the only Med-tech that’s willing to help you as of now. Or else you can crawl outside and try to count on the prisoners’ willingness to help. Or Fleshie.”

Meero dropped his arms.

“No funny business.”

“That’s not what I want,” answered the Spider, connecting Meero’s limbs one by one.

Not only that, but he removed the control shards, the intrusive cables connecting Meero to most machines, and even the IV with a lack of finesse. However, he was diligent and fast, allowing Meero to sit down in a puddle of fluids while looking around.

They’d moved from the first hideout.

However, the setup was still the same, with the chains and Meero in the middle, the cuff dangling from a beam stretched over the ceiling. And the medical curtains around.

It looked old. Damn old, and… Even the machines looked old, with racks of servers and old-school computers, now that he could get a good look around.

Same for the Spider, who looked rather thin, though with an enlarged abdomen attached to his lower body.

Finally, Meero sighed and reached for his face.

“Where are we?”

“Another of our host’s hideouts,” said the Spider, extending one hand. “How are the reflexes?”

Meero outstretched to grab the hand, but he failed by three good inches.

“… Terrible.”

“Probably a result of the forced flush,” said the Spider, grabbing Meero’s hand and yanking on it. The connectors hurt, but at least the Dragon was up on his feet.

“Come join me. I’ll fix that,” said the Spider, pointing at a ‘desk’ with a swivel stool.

Much similar to Fleshie’s setup, now that Meero was thinking about it.

“No funny business.”

“So long as our host is busy crying in his corner,” said the Spider, shrugging.

Once seated, with a cable planted in Meero’s neck, the Spider, or Dessi, zoned out and went limp.

His limbs twitched, but he seemed to focus until Meero saw a window appear in his vision.

Un- Access Authorized. Welcome Allocer Administrator

“What’s that?” asked Meero out loud, inspecting his arms. They were sticky, covered in lube after they’d spent hours stuffed inside his asshole or his mouth. He was feeling disgusting, but he tried to rub his fingers…

And then, Dessi extended a hand, pointing to an old soap dispenser on the desk.

“Use this,” said the Spider, while the windows continued to flash before Meero’s eyes, fast. “I’m forcing an administrator session so the virus doesn’t stop me from doing the check-ups.”

“The virus… The one that’s injected when you arrive?”

“The very same,” nodded the Spider, still with his eyes unfocused. “A nasty bitch that locks everything out. I hate that stuff. I wish I learned how to nuke it.”

Health Check: Multiple micro-fractures. Recent System flush. Recovery needed. High traces of cortisol.

Meero used the soap to rub his hands and clean them, though he was still feeling soiled. And frustrated. Especially at the Wolf’s whose distant screams were almost painful to hear. Yet, he continued to wipe and rub, even slathering his arm with that gel.

“I only heard bad things… And how it gives people the limp dick. And has fun with the implants.”

“That’s only the visible part,” scoffed Dessi, waving an arm. “That virus is the worst stuff for anyone with implants. It’s smart; it is designed to adapt to every type of implant while connected to the local database. It uploads your data in real time and then uses that same data to fetch the updates in case your hardware changes.”

“… I’m not a med-tech.”

“It locks you out of your implants, collects their data, and uses that data to fuck you over.”

“Oh.”

For a second, Meero stopped his slathering and then frowned.

“That thing shouldn’t exist.”

“Another illegal issue on Allocer’s back. You’re not the first to complain. Especially for the poor fuckers whose implants require constant manipulation. Imagine if you had an insulin pump, and it was constantly turned off? We had people going through keto-acidosis.”

“Keto what?”

“Too much sugar in the blood. That happens when you’re diabetic. Which is not your case,” said the Spider, his fingers twitching and dancing.

Then… Something washed over Meero’s body. A hint of relief. He could breathe easier; he could feel… better.

**Instruction: Stress filters reset

Instruction: Pain feedback returned to baseline

Instruction: Testicular lattice returned to baseline

Instruction: Recovery mode**

“What’s that?”

“You’re welcome,” answered Dessi. “Your stress filters were locked because someone fiddled with them… Probably Fleshie. It’s not his first rodeo.”

“Thanks… that… That helps,” nodded Meero, reaching for his chest. He could see more windows. More as the Spider was actively tweaking his system, but he was feeling better. Enough to stretch and groan.

“I try to amend the fuck-up I made.”

“The fuck-up? You mean with that guy? I’m supposed to meet up with him, but he…”

“Fucked you. That’s what he does. He’s good here, damn good since he pulled me out of a shitshow. But… I hate I depend on a rapist like him.”

“Well. If you want to cut ties with him, there is a gang that’s looking for a med-tech. They might protect you.”

“… Are you recruiting me? Aren’t you from Interpol?”

“I… I met them on my way here. The Steadfast, if you know.”

“Doesn’t ring a bell,” answered the Spider, his fingers twitching before he pointed at the cable connected to Meero’s neck. “You can pull it out. Slowly.”

Meero did not force onto the cable. He’d already seen people wound themselves by trying to yank something out of a connector. Finally, he relaxed when he sensed… The absence.

“Ah… Fuck. Thanks for fixing it. And for the virus.”

“For… The virus?” asked the Spider, twitching while his eyes returned, focused. Dessi even turned to Meero, a series of brows lifted.

“You removed the virus, right? For me?”

The Spider chuckled, his mandibles clicking.

“Me? Removing the Virus? Tsh. I’m an implant optimizer and analyst. I know only the basic stuff. I’m not a genius like Keero. He could remove it, but I never learned his trick.”

“You know Keero?”

Dessi stopped, frozen. He could have gotten white, if not for the black fur covering his chitinous face. Instead, he recoiled.

“I said too much.”

“You know Keero. How is he?”

“What?”

Meero stood up from the stool, ignoring his stiff buttcheeks as he approached the Spider.

“Keero. You know him? Do you know my brother? Wait… How do you know him? You’re a Templar?”

All questions came along with the stress. As well as the tension with his right hand clenching into a fist.

“Are you with them?” he asked, his tone harder.

“No! I’m not with them!” said Dessi, protecting his head with one pair of hands. “I’m...”

TWHACK!

Meero’s hand met with Dessi’s face. With his flimsy attempt to protect himself, the Jumping Spider was an easy target. And after getting hit, Dessi dropped to the floor, arms first, while screaming in surprise.

He even had one hand on his cheeks, even though it’d only been Meero slapping him and not punching him.

“I told you I’m not with them!”

“That’s not for being with them. But because you helped that pervert fuck me,” said Meero, grumbling and squatting in front of the trembling med-tech.

“I had to help him.”

“No. You didn’t. You could’ve made him stop whenever you wanted, but that’s on you,” said Meero spitefully. “But I won’t do more than that because it looks to me you’re not worth the time.”

Dessi looked down, one hand reaching for his face.

“I… I don’t have any choice. And I… Helped you.”

“You helped me,” huffed Meero. “That’s also why I’m not beating you up. You only do what you’re asked and nothing more.”

“I-“

Footsteps.

Meero’s eyes turned toward the source of those steps, the Wolf with the fucked up camera, and a face twisted by a disingenuous smile.

“Hey. Hey, my Friend. I- I hope you’re in a better mood?”

Meero? Certainly did not look in a better mood. Not when he stood up, and the squelching sound from his asshole dripping on the floor filled the blank. His legs were not wobbly, but he advanced with a tense gait, one step after another, while he had his eyes focused on the Wolf, practically drilling into him.

The red artificial eyes were practically avoiding that gaze. Even the reinforced ears dropped while the Wolf raised his hands in a peace sign.

“Calm down. Please. Cal-“

“Sit!” ordered Meero, pointing at the swivel stool. The exact one he’d been sitting on and oozing on.

“It’s-“

“Sit.”

The Wolf’s ears dropped again, his tail slipping between his legs as he sat at the desk while Dessi stood up and sat, forced to join that discussion.

The two didn’t look as proud. Indeed, not the Wolf. But Dessi himself had his hands between his thighs, almost all six, like a culpable child.

“Tell me your name and why you’re here.”

“Dessi. Sent here for unlicensed med-tech work.”

“How does someone get sent here for unlicensed work?”

“I… Worked with a few sports professionals. And they threw me under the bus.”

“… Fair,” said Meero, crossing his arms and looking at the Wolf. The guy was busy wrangling his fingers.

“Klen,” said the Wolf.

“Why were you sent here, Klen?” asked Meero, though he knew why. He’d been briefed a bit. But after being abused and taken, he wanted it out of that Bastard’s mouth.

“I… Fucked my girls and-“

THWACK!

Meero’s hand smacked the right side of the Wolf’s side, practically sending him rolling down if not for the desk.

Instead, Klen’s face smacked against the hard surface, and the Wolf howled, holding onto his head.

“What was that?”

“The beginning of retribution. What else?”

“Will you hit me? Can… Can we go for what you wanted? You want info on Templ-“

THWACK!

Another hit, though this time the Wolf had his hand up. Nevertheless, Meero had enough strength to send him down, though the Dragon hit the left side this time… And Klen looked pitiful on the ground.

“Stop!” cried the Wolf.

“The Templars later. Now you'd better spill it. Why were you sent here?”

Silence.

“You want me to kick you in the face? Sit up and spill it.”

Klen stood up, trembling. Even now, he didn’t look that impressive. Perhaps one head smaller than Meero, but not that impressive. He didn’t have the build of an investigator or anything. At best… A lambda. Not weak, but close.

“I,” started Klen, taking a deep breath. “I fucked my girls and drugged them. I molested a few assistants, and I forced them to suck me off.”

URFF!

Meero’s fist had connected with Klen’s chest, knocking the breath out of his lungs. The Wolf instantly folded, holding onto his chest. His bone reinforcements were cheap, and it ended with him gawking and gargling, spitting saliva while Meero shook his fist.

Dessi, on the other hand, grimaced. Or looked positively repulsed by the Wolf.

“You didn’t know about your host?”

“He- He told me he had a few experiences with women and got accused.”

“You believed him?”

“Not really,” admitted the Spider, shaking his head. And then recoiling, raising his hands. “But I had no other choice but to follow him. He’s protecting me!”

“From the Templars?”

A nod.

And then a laugh, though cut with a gargle. Klen.

“Yeah. He depends on me to survive.”

“If you don’t want to need new teeth, stay quiet.”

The laugh stopped, and the Wolf tensed. And growled, certainly, that hit had done more damage than Meero expected.

Still, the Dragon walked and turned… And then grabbed a chair, dragging it across the floor, the metal scraping the surface.

The shrill noise continued until he sat down, facing the two, his legs spread.

“What… Do you want now?” asked Klen, spitting on the floor.

“I have questions. You have answers. But I can’t trust you after what you did.”

Klen clicked his tongue, disappointed.

“As for you. You were an ex-Templar hiding from them. You could as well lie to save your hide.”

“I wouldn’t! I worked for them because they could protect me. It’s… It’s hell outside!”

“It’s better than being with that perv.”

Meero exhaled, then closed his eyes.

“What’s your deal with Interpol and Keshan, Klen?”

“He…” the Wolf gulped. “He protects my identity outside. My wife and girls were sent elsewhere. And my family back home only knows about my embezzlement.”

“So long you work for us.”

“Yes. Keshan… He sends me a message with the help of a Guard. He told me a prisoner would come to me a few days ago and… … Here.”

At least, the Wolf looked bashful for his act. Or perhaps humbled after being beaten a bit.

Meero? He cracked his fingers, then leaned forward, joining his hands.

“What else did he tell you?”

“He told me you’re related to Keero Scalebane. The big name in the Templars. But you look much different to him.”

“I had to use implants,” explained Meero, shaking his head. “Reset implants. Keero, he’s my brother.”

“That… Explains,” nodded Dessi in his corner. “Why I couldn’t get a read on all your implants. That sounded fishy.”

“Couldn’t you have told me?”

“It’s not me who went on a rampage with his ass. His arm! Seriously?!”

Meero pinched the base of his nose, listening to the two squabbles. And fight. And argue. On one side, Dessi was rejecting the blame. On the other hand, Klen was trying to make himself out to be the victim of circumstances.

Either way, they were frustrating.

“QUIET!”

The two stopped.

“That part doesn’t matter in this discussion. The important part is that I need to reach my Brother and… I need access to Allocer’s mind-reading tech. I’ve been stuck here for too long. Where’s the tech? Where’s my brother?”

The two eyed one another. And then, Dessi’s mandibles clicked.

“They are in the Templar complex.”

“Who? My Brother? The Tech?”

“Both,” answered Klen, reaching for his neck and coughing more. “Allocer has lost control inside the complex and the labs. Most tech was moved to the Templars' complex.”

“Fine. So… I need to infiltrate their place and get my hands on the tech and my Brother.”

“Sounds like suicide.”

“Shut up,” growled Meero at Klen. “I’m asking the questions.”

Then, Meero exhaled, looking at the ceiling.

“I need a map of their place. Of the prison, too. And I need a briefing on what’s happening around. I remember you talk about chatters? Are they communicating in some way?”

“They-“ Dessi stopped a second when Meero eyed him. “I don’t know how exactly. It might be through hosting a different server and hijacking the local network or-“

“Cut short.”

“They can communicate through the virus.”

“They can communicate… Through the virus.”

“Yes,” confirmed Dessi, nodding. “They can exchange words, sentences sometimes. And even HUD data. Your Brother. Keero. He reworked it entirely. That’s crazy. Where did he learn that?”

“Rechtech,” sighed Meero.

Rechtech. That was the company that gave their arms and legs. Their implants. The very same that, at a young age, cut through scales and flesh to implant them with that artificial bone lacing that had grown into a full titanium bone protection.

However, it was no longer the case. And Meero clenched his fists for a second. Then relaxed.

“He worked for Rechtech and was on the fast track to become the Rechtech main team leader in R&D, but he tangled with the Templars.”

“That’s…” Dessi mumbled. “That explains how he knows all the implant protocols, since their patents are the base of every current implant.”

“Nice. We know he’s a crack,” said Klen. “You want a map and a way to access their base, take it and leave.”

Meero scowled at the Wolf’s direction, and sure enough, Klen shrank on the maculated stool, his ears dropping.

“I meant-”

“You meant nothing,” said Meero, scowling. “So you were listening to their chatter? Can you access it?”

“I mean, anyone can,” said the Spider, shaking his head. “I’m not doing networks, but if I see random messages sent to my implants by error, I can read them.”

“Good. Then… Could you do the same? And send messages?”

“I-… What? No? I’m not as good as your Brother. I can’t send messages as he does.”

“I don’t mean his way… I mean, sending messages… But can you stay connected and make changes to my implants?”

“Huh… A… Oh. Fuck. A full dive. Fuck.”

The Spider visibly recoiled, his mandibles clicking.

After all, not everyone was tempted by a full dive. The concept was mainly associated with hackers and such, who would dive headfirst into servers. But it had been possible with implants and all sorts of technology.

“I… I can have a shard for that. But then…”

“Someone needs to protect you,” said Meero, looking to Klen, to the Wolf raising his paws.

“I’m only an informant.”

“The moment you fucked me over, literally, you stopped that,” grunted Meero, pointing fingers. “You’d better follow what I say, or I’ll tell them to cut you off.”

“Them? Interpol? You- You’d ruin my reputation?!”

“You’re a dipshit. You deserve it. But… If that guy needs you, you’ll deal with it.”

Klen’s ears dropped, then he looked at the Spider, watching how the Med Tech, too, seemed to have shrunk in his chair.

Then, Meero exhaled, passing one leg over the other.

“Now. Do you have a map for me?”

More than a map, it seemed Dessi had left the Templars only after he’d downloaded all the information and databases he could get his hands on. His storage was practically full of information. Documents that could implicate the Templars' presence in many societies, corporations, and even Interpol.

Far too much for Meero to skim through, though he had a copy of the juiciest data he hoped to take back home.

However, with a few checks and an upload on one computer, Meero had access to the prison’s map. Not just the inside, or of the Templars’ base. But truly, a map. A map that could tap into the current network, with some fiddling from the Med-tech, could estimate the positions of the prisoners and guards.

The first were in red, and the others in purple, though many were near the prison entrance or around guard posts. But none in the walls, none where the labs ought to be.

“They’ve given up on it,” said Meero, zooming away from another lab on the periphery of the Templars’ district.

“Yeah. I heard the Guards had a trade with the Templars, but I wasn’t sure,” said Dessi, sitting by while Klen was away, busy ‘cooking’ something.

“The Templars district, what happened to the prisoners there?”

“A purge.”

“A… Purge?”

The Spider mumbled, pointing at the Templars’ base, a structure that was practically blinding due to the red lights inside.

If the Steadfast were a tiny compound, the Templars had built what looked to be a military base with walls, security points, barracks, and more. Some red lights were spread along a line leading to the walls, with a group situated in the middle of nowhere. Odd.

“At first, they only recruited med-techs. Then, they expanded by using Keero’s access to check who was a big criminal or not. Those who were not were forced to join. The others…”

“The others?”

“They became test subjects for the Virus edition.”

“Test subjects? Like guinea pigs?”

The Spider nodded.

“I learned about this later. But the Virus’s development wasn’t so clean. Keero is the only genius pitted against a corporation. But after years, he broke through.”

“… He broke through.”

“He found the way to use it on anyone, even those with minimal implants. I heard he can even use it to puppet people.”

“That’s absurd.”

“No. It’s real. I saw them.”

“Them?”

“His puppets. They… Well, they were big criminals, and I think he lobotomized them or something. I- That’s why I needed to leave.”

“Why?”

“Because I’m not good. And I wasn’t useful. I only joined to be protected, nothing more,” said the Spider, pointing at his back, at a simple Templar tattoo. “But I do not believe in what they do.”

Meero frowned, continuing to explore the map. Allocer was Sweven cheese, stuffed with a lot of maintenance tunnels. Those were supposedly sealed and out of access. But with so many tunnels, it was impossible to check them all. However, there were no red lights inside. No one used them.

Plus, there was a tunnel leading directly into the Templars’ base.

“Crap. It’s perfect, but I get inside, they’ll see me,” mumbled Meero, pointing at the screen.

“Maybe. But there’s a way to hide it.”

“What? You?”

“Me,” confirmed the Spider. “If I am logged onto an admin session, I can also block the detection. That’s how we picked you and moved around the district.”

“You can do it?”

“I can cut the detection for a moment. I can do it easily, but I’ll get detected by the security, or I can do it, but… It’s exhausting. I’m not a good med-tech,” admitted the Spider. “If I am doing it during a deep-dive… I need… I can do it for ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes. And that map is accurate?”

“As accurate as it can be.”

Meero thought, then tapped his lip before turning to where Klen was, watching him cook up pastas. At least, some cheap kind they had stored around.

“Do you have anything juicy to share?”

“I have contacts inside the base. Rush. A lion. He’s recognized by the Templars, but he hates your brother’s guts. That’s how I got in contact with him to extract our spider. One favor: he helped me so long you handle Keero.”

“You can contact him?”

“I have my ways,” nodded the Wolf, prosaic. “We are good friends.”

“He’s also a pervert?”

The Wolf clicked his tongue, returning to the pot he stirred, while the Dragon turned and returned to the map.

“Contact Rush. I take the tunnel, we connect. He helps me access the Tech and Keero. We snatch both. I get here through the tunnels. That’s crap, but it’s the best I can think of. Dessi, you can do an ID swap, too?”

“I- I did that before. I can do but-. I need something in exchange.”

“In exchange?” frowned Meero.

“I don’t want to stay here. I want to get out. I’m not made to stay in prison.”

Meero frowned and thought, passing a hand before his mouth. He grimaced, then he tilted his head.

“I promise I’ll pass that to Keshan and my Director. Is that enough?”

The Spider raised his shoulders and then exhaled, his mandibles clicking.

“If that’s the best you can do.”

“That’s the best. I’ll need you to be in contact. As for my presence… Can you also do tattoos?”

-

Meero sighed, feeling the water rushing against his skin was a little peace after walking through the sludge on the way there.

It had been through sheer luck that the sludge hadn’t been higher than ankle deep, but the air had been foul. With each breath, Meero’s eyes watered. Dessi never divulged that most evacuations went through those tunnels, even that one.

Naked, exposed, practically begging to get the tetanus, it was only through his implants locking and releasing that he’d been guided. A pitiful attempt at direction since the Jumping Spider wasn’t an implant expert.

But with his nose that had been locked, and through careful steps, Meero had made his way right to the Templars’ compound, exiting the tunnels by a storage house on the edge of the camp. That was also where Rush had been waiting for him, the black-furred and augmented Dragon leading Meero right to an old set of communal showers.

**Instruction: Right little finger locked

Instruction: Right little finger unlocked**

Meero felt his little finger go stiff as he was rubbing soap all over his scales. One simple message: Dessi was still logged but had no problem. If it were two fingers, it meant trouble for Meero. Three for them. The whole hand, the operation was fucked.

The Dragon exhaled, then sighed, turning to the showers’ entrance where the Lion waited for him, then spoke to himself.

“How it goes for you? The deep dive is fine? And Klen?”

His little finger locked and unlocked.

“Good. I still don’t trust Klen’s friend… He gives off bad vibes.”

The entire plan hinged on Rush’s willingness to betray them.

From what was told by Klen, Rush was an old-school Templar: a guy who wanted the entire abolition of the corporations. Keero, on the other hand, was about their exploitation to destroy the system. Two methods, two plans, two factions. And one reason for Rush to betray.

Yet, the augmented Lion had been waiting for Meero right at the entrance without saying a word. In fact, he might have been a statue because Meero didn’t even catch his presence on his interface. The Lion had been still as a rock. And when he approached, he had that tension in his stance.

A stance that remained as he watched by the showers’ entrance, not even asking if Meero was done after five minutes.

He’d been assured Rush was entirely against Keero. But as he looked at the Lion, whose spine had been replaced and whose arms were fitted with muscle augments, there was the inkling that guy could crush Meero… And with little effort.

Finally, Meero closed his eyes and stepped out of the showers, wiping his steamy body while watching that male… And the bandana around his neck, a sign he was high in the hierarchy.

In comparison, Meero, with his slightly edited ID, tagged him as a potential new member. That was also why he was naked, much like all the other recruits until they earned their bracers. Then, it was the handkerchief. And only the cream of the crop was allowed clothes.

“I’m done.”

“You’re taking your time. We need to get you inside before someone notices.”

“Yeah. And I’m still reeking like refuse,” replied Meero, huffing. “How do we proceed?”

“We’ll act as if I’m doing an inspection. Do not speak a word. Chin up, stiff. Act like you don’t hear anything.”

Even Rush’s voice was stiff. Modified. He had a voice modulizer instead of vocal cords. His eyes were blue.

But he acted like would be an old commander forced to betray the enemy, he was… Gruff.

“Fine. I’ll follow. But what Klen told you?”

With one hand sign, Rush beckoned Meero to follow as they left the showers and followed the outer walls. Even the structures were separated from the walls, and barbed wire made Meero feel he was in another prison.

Worse was the fact that though the walls were manned by naked prisoners, he was seeing Guards in the distance. When Meero and Dessi saw them on the map, they assumed they’d give them trouble.

Instead, those guards were busy fucking someone on the pillory while Rush maintained his stance, fast enough Meero couldn’t peer or get a proper view of the fucker who was stuffed.

“What’s that?”

“The pleasure corner, to keep our men and guests happy. Klen told me you’re helping with Keero’s case. What’s your reason?”

“I need to see Keero. And get the mind reading tech for a mission.”

“Who are you?”

“I-m,” Meef Anvers, that was the answer. And yet. “Someone who knew Keero.”

The Lion’s attitude stiffened, his shoulders squaring up as he looked over his shoulders. Then he resumed, as he waved at the prisoners around. Prisoners who wielded… Guns. Not every prisoner, but those with bracers or bandanas definitely had guns.

Plus, there were turrets housing installed on the inner structures like the barracks. So much.

Meero opened his mouth.

“How ma-”

**Instruction: Vocal cords deactivated

Instruction: Vocal cords activated**

A message. One, he understood, nodding to himself, and walking faster to be by Rush’s side.

It was better not to poke the ‘bear’ while they were on their way to that mind-reading tech, though as they advanced, there was that feeling of… Military presence. Para-military.

If they wanted, they could overtake Allocer, which was effectively the truth… They could rush the prison’s security posts, take control of the gangs, find anyone or anything.

Even Klen’s new hideout was not out of reach.

“How will you proceed with Keero? Kill him?” asked Rush, his voice grating.

“No,” answered Meero while shaking his head as they crossed an empty courtyard. “We need him alive and well. But we might need cover to extract him. Same with the mind-read tech.”

“Lithos,” corrected Rush. “I will help you with the cover. But you must be quick, then.”

“I’ll try.”

A moment of silence.

“You took the mind-reading tech from the labs?”

“Lithos. That’s its name. Keero is planning to use, so it is in his lab.”

“Oh, so it’ll be easy.”

“More than you think.”

There was even a tense chuckle, making Meero shudder.

They crossed through another security point, and finally… A large building appeared in the distance, practically at the center. It might have been a warehouse. If a warehouse were covered with rusted plates.

“You don’t ask why we need the Lithos? And Keero?”

“You need something from his memory?” asked Rush, looking over his shoulder.

“Well. Yes,” replied Meero, meekly.

“Then I don’t care.”

Cold. Then, Meero turned to the warehouse again. And its guard.

The poor fucker was a sheep, though his fur had been shaved so he could have the Templars’ helmet on his forearm. He held a gun, though his way of holding made it feel the guard was afraid of his weapon.

Yet, he stood at the ready when the Lion approached the door, and the fingerprint scanner he used. Even if Meero was Keero’s brother, no way such old biometric scan could be fooled.

It took them a second fingerprint scan to enter through a second door to be inside… What… What could have been a factory.

People, a crowd. Computers, server racks. Spare material. All in the open.

Cables everywhere, on the floor, dangling from the ceilings, linking to the machinery around which people worked. Clipboards and papers were as common as gloves and hammers to hit the molten metal.

In that strange atmosphere mixing construction and gay sensuality, Meero looked meek while sticking to the walls. In contrast, Rush walked with his chest puffed up. So long as they stuck to the walls, there was an open path illuminated by neon lights.

Yet, Meero couldn’t stop turning his head to look at the people working. Some were assembling machines, while others were even soldering a look-alike security bot. But no traces of people working on implants.

“What’s this?”

“Are you planning to steal from us?”

“No… I’m… I’m just curious,” mumbled Meero.

Sure… The intel was pretty lacking.

He’d been thrown in a prison with the hope he’d adapt to it and not get railed by whoever fancied it. Then, he’d been led to an empty district that some crazy anti-corpos had purged. Now, he was amidst those anti-corpos, observing a factory for a private army.

Definitely a factory when he saw the cauldron pouring steel into molds that resembled future hydraulics. Then, in another corner, behind a way, Meero noticed the conveyor belt, heavy with freshly 3D-printed weapons.

Fuck, the Dragon was feeling out of his depth, all of a sudden.

They kept sticking to the walls, going for the storage. This time, bots were aligned. Machines that could be used as weapons or cannon fodder. They were prepared, cleaned, while a Porcupine was busy painting the Templars’ helmet onto the bots’ torsos.

Shudders continued to shake Meero, who felt much out of his depth. This… This was much more than what the Templars had prepared inside.

If they could, they could establish the oil rig as their nation. His presence here? It would fix nothing. It wouldn’t stop them. He needed to report this to Interpol as soon as possible.

“Shit,” mumbled Meero.

“What?”

“I mean, shit. You’ve got a lot,” continued Meero. “Why do you need me to help you, big guy? You might have friends who are ready and armed to take Keero out.”

Meero was talking out of stress. He knew that was stupid, and he narrowly smacked his head. But then, the Lion shook his head.

“Keero is perverting our ideals. He’s turning us into a corporation. He is dangerous.”

“Keero… A corporation?” asked Meero, raising an eyebrow.

“He was a corporate. He remains a corporat. He cannot change it. He must be… Removed.”

Then, as the steps led them to another door, the passage behind was… Going down. It wasn’t a structural tunnel, but something dug up, and that led to the depths.

The Neon lights were there, but the scent of antiseptic rushed to the Dragon’s nose, making him gag and hold his breath while they descended the stairs.

“What’s this?” he asked, eyeing ahead and back. No guards.

“The depths of Allocer. How we used to access the laboratories.”

Meero frowned, then whispered: “Dessi?”

**Instruction: Right little finger locked

Instruction: Right little finger unlocked**

Meero sighed, watching the Lion’s powerful back. The descent became a walk through tunnels that looked much like the corridor Meero took when leaving Fleshie. Obvious pipework, maintenance.

“You knew about those tunnels?” asked Meero.

Instruction: Blinking

One blink. Only one. He didn’t know.

The Dragon frowned. But that explained the group of red lights outside the complex on Dessi’s map. But a problem remained.

How could he leave?

“After I took the Lithos and Keero, how can I leave?”

“There will be an access tunnel to the labs. You can leave through them.”

“And that Lithos? Is it small or big?”

“Big.”

“Shit… How long does it take to use it?”

“Twenty minutes per attempt.”

“…”

“I can cover you for twenty minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yes,” nodded the Lion.

“But there are guards there.”

“Yes. I can talk to them.”

Not the best. But it was another weight removed from Meero’s shoulder as they reached the research levels. The place looked like a bunker, but each room was associated with its different think-tank, its leader, its guards. Doors that were locked when Rush and Meero passed by, though Meero caught a glimpse of schematics for new implants.

“Is that where you worked?” whispered Meero.

**Instruction: Blinking

Instruction: Blinking**

“No? Where did you work? Wait… no. Don’t answer,” said Meero.

They had established a few codes with Dessi. Right, left, up, down, behind, and such. But nothing to say ‘Return’ or like that. At best, the Spider could answer yes-or-no questions.

“If you see danger, warn me,” said Meero. He continued his watch, nodding to the guards, before two fingers tensed. He frowned.

“What’s the danger?”

Silence.

His heart went faster. He looked left and right, yawning guards. Two more fingers tensed.

The rooms were lined up with technology, and only then did he look up, noticing the cameras eyeing him. Was it them?

“What are you doing?” whispered Rush.

“Danger,” whispered Meero.

Connection Lost

The message flashed before Meero’s eyes. And… Then, he was back alone. His implants locked, his controls gave him the same error message.

His heartbeat was going faster and faster, almost through the roof as they went through the final door. One final fingerprint check. And… Meero saw it.

His Brother.

Rush locked the door behind them, allowing Meero to observe what looked like a crazy scientist’s laboratory. Implants dangling from the ceiling, cables everywhere, diagrams attached to the walls or to the racks around. Even to the large machines that were around; some looked like torture machines from the ancient sci-fi movies. Before digitalization.

One such machine was built around restraints, with cables running from it and connecting to what looked like an old-school headset.

Even the Neon lights had a green hue that made the angles look sharper, the blinking lights more oppressive… And the atmosphere was more ominous as Meero walked around.

He looked at the stacks of paper left on the desk, the computers turned off. He looked at the diagram that resembled brain coprocessors, nervous systems, and motherboard diagrams… Even lines of code that had been pinned here and there.

“Keero, what is this?” mumbled Meero. There were also photos… Photos of him? They were pinned, too. But worse, they were photos of Ervon. Or Sanra. Of the people working in his office. How? How did he get this?

Cold sweat ran across Meero’s back as he stepped away from them and approached his Brother. His… Little Brother.

He looked almost peaceful. Except that he had cables circulating cooling liquid through his neck while he sat in a chair, almost asleep.

He had changed a lot, and yet little.

Keero still had his orange scales over his body, thinner and softer than Meero's. His horns were smaller than Meero’s, but they had not been trimmed down. His fins were the same. His limbs were just as reinforced as Meero’s.

In every way, he, too, had been improved and changed by the implants. Yet, it should have been impossible. His brother should have been paralyzed from the waist down… Or so it was the weight Meero bore on his shoulder as he turned to a nearby computer that was turned on.

“I’ll disconnect him first, get ready to hold him,” he said, without looking over his shoulder.

He should have.

Yet, as he took one step, one hand gripped him by the arm.

“What the?” shouted Meero, looking and turning, seeing Rush holding his arm. And that Lion not only looked bigger and stronger than Meero, but he was. He certainly was when his fist connected with Meero’s face.

A cry, silenced.

Meero tasted blood in his mouth, feeling that a tooth must have been dislodged.

“What is this?! Are you betraying me?”

“Not at all,” replied a voice. Not Rush’s. But Keero’s. Soft-spoken, calm, and impish. Coming right from the Dragon’s lying body. “It took you so long to come here.”

“Keero?! Is that you?” Meero asked as he watched Rush dash closer, coming with a haymaker. Meero blocked with his arms, yet felt the weight of that augmented body.

“It’s been so long since we met, brother,” confirmed Keero, though his voice came from Rush, this time. “You have changed much.”

“How-“

“I recognized you?” answered Keero, as Rush approached, delivering a flurry of hits on Meero’s arms, pummeling the Dragon that was forced to stay on the defensive. “You’re the only one stupid enough to infiltrate this prison. With a fake ID, too. You took your time.”

Meero tried to jump away, but his back hit the wall. And as Rush advanced, ready for a right hook, Meero lowered his head.

CRUNCH!

Under the Lion’s fist, all that pipework was crushed, reduced to scrap while steam flowed in the room.

“What’s that? Rush? You didn’t want to take down Keero? Wasn’t he a corporat?” shouted Meero, avoiding another right hook.

“I wouldn’t dare to hit myself,” answered both Rush and Keero.

A puppet. That was exactly what Dessi warned him about. But it was different.

So different as Meero circled around, eyeing his Brother’s body; the cables going everywhere.

“Are you planning to disconnect me forcefully? You think Rush will come back to his senses?”

“Fuck. When did you start being such a creep?” shouted Meero, rushing apace for one of the cables on the ground. He gripped it and yanked it, feeling how the connector on Keero’s chair was fighting to hold the connection.

“When did you start being such a moron?” asked Keero back. Meanwhile Rush dashed again, reaching out for Meero’s right arm.

Luckily enough, Meero put the cables between his and the Lion. Lion, whose strength and claws were enough to cut through the plastic cover and reinforced fiber inside. A bzzt echoed through the room, then the cable died.

The Lion’s arms dropped.

The Lion froze. The air went still.

“Fuck… That… That was a gamble,” mumbled Meero, his breathing ragged as he looked at the cut cable running to the chair… Then the other part running to the wall. “Now… You, Brother.”

Meero turned his head.

Something flashed in his peripheral vision. His heartbeat beat faster, and he bounced back. But too little too late, the Lion’s fist connected with his head, sending him tumbling down. Before he could end, turn, and land on his back, the quasi-naked Lion pounced on Meero’s torso, sitting down on him while holding Meero’s wrists.

“Really? Meero? You thought what? I’m like a video game villain that will die if you pull a cable out of his chair? You’re still the same idiot as before.”

“And you… You’ve become such a creep!” shouted Meero, trying to pull on the Lion’s hands to get himself free.

But Rush wasn’t budging. He was like a steel statue, which was confirmed when… Meero saw his brother. Afoot, standing, and stroking the Lion’s nape.

“A creep? Is that all you can say about me? A creep? We loved each other before… Well. Long ago,” said Keero, waving his hand.

He looked the same in many ways. But so different. His implants were much obvious, made of painted black metal. A few coprocessors had been attached to the back of his head and along his spine, along his tail, too.

And… Well, he was partially clothed, wearing an open lab coat with… Nothing to hide his modesty.

One small modesty, caged in stainless steel shaped to resemble a Dragon’s muzzle.

Cables were dangling from his body, which looked not as frail as on the day Keero was sent to prison. That long trail was following his every step as he walked around Meero, around Rush, around the tangled duo.

“We used to love each other.”

“Yeah. Like brothers. Up until you decided to tangle with terrorists and become a criminal because you refused my help,” grumbled Meero, still trying to yank his arms free. But in vain. When he tried to roll or twist his chest, the Lion’s body was too heavy on him.

“Why would I accept the help of my brother when it was he who ruined my life?” said Keero, rolling his eyes and then squatting by Meero’s face, poking at his scaly forehead.

“I told you that was a mistake! I am sorry! I told you that already. Are you still holding a grudge about this? Why?”

“Oh, yes, I hold that grudge and will,” said Keero, poking his Brother’s forehead again. “A mistake… Pfh. My peers recognized me, loved. I had a boyfriend and a well-paying job. I had my little happy life. And you came here during a bust, exploding everything. You didn’t even check on me when you walked past my ruined body. Crap… Is that how you treat your brother?”

Meero frowned and sighed.

That was true.

It had been his first mission on the ground, in an intervention. It should have been a smooth ride, the intel proper on a cell about to destroy one of Rechtech’s labs.

But in the end, he was the one who destroyed the lab. Collateral damage, people said. But… The truth was he’d been a rookie who’d been given too much power.

And whose actions led Keero to be fired, to have his health policy denied, and to have his boyfriend leave him.

“Then what?”

“Then what?” repeated Keero, scoffing. “Is that your excuse? Then what? Let’s shake hands and get done? It doesn’t work like that.”

“No. That’s a question, Keero! Then what? I fucking ruined your life. I am sorry. I was too afraid to fuck up or admit it. I am sorry! What can I say or do to make you stop this? To make you help me stop the Templars?”

Keero stopped… Then, Meero felt the weight of Rush release. The grip on his wrists relaxed, much to Meero’s surprise.

The Dragon blinked, watching as his Brother straightened up and walked away.

Meero twisted, turned, crawled, got to his feet and arms, and went on all fours. He stood up, advanced, rushed, ran, reaching for Keero’s back. For the coprocessors on his neck.

But… A hand pinned him to the floor, stealing his breath again. Rush’s.

“You look so happy outside, without me. Without your presence.”

Keero sighed, grabbing one photo out of the many pinned on the walls. A photo of Ervon and Meero kissing while walking around the same park that’d been destroyed a few days ago.

“Even when I give you a chance, you try to betray me, Meero,” said Keero, shaking that photo. “Leaving you free wouldn’t do me any good. But the people need you outside, you know that?”

Then… With a turn, Keero faced his brother.

Yet, his scales were changing hue. They went from a bright orange to complete black before a blue tint spread over them, giving Keero the same color as his Brother. Or at least, the same blue sky Meero had before his change.

Then Keero reached for his own horns, poking them as they elongated, grew, and widened thanks to a metallic structure beneath the osseous plates. A structure that disappeared once the osseous plate adjusted, covering Keero’s horns.

Now… He looked much closer to his brother, though without the powerful arms and legs.

“How do I look? I had to work with my memory and the few photos I’ve been given. It’s hard to prepare for an infiltration, you know?”

Meero scoffed and growled, still trying to catch his breath.

“What’s that? What… The fuck are you planning to do? Take my identity? That’s absurd!”

“Just as absurd as what? Entering a prison? Steal my identity? Use a prototype tech to steal my memories? Then acting up as me on the outside, in an organization I almost control?”

“I-“

“Meero… You’re not only stupid, but you’re also a moron,” said Keero, approaching and silencing his Brother by planting his foot on Meero’s muzzle. “How is it possible you have not connected the dots yet?”

“Mrphaat?” asked Meero, shaking his head. Yet, he couldn’t shake his Brother’s foot off.

“You were not sent to capture me. You were sent to be my future identity.”

“What?!” shouted Meero, finally pushing that foot away.

Alas, his physical abuse wasn’t done as Rush grabbed him by a shortened horn and smacked his face against the floor. Once, twice. Thrice.

Dazed, slightly concussed, Meero could not resist when the Lion lifted him off the group, holding him by the tail and the scruff like a cub.

And then thrown on the restraint bed, with that very old-looking machine attached to an old-tech headset.

The Dragon tried to shake the daze off, to react, to push with his arms. Not only was Rush quick to hold him down, but the restraints closed on Meero, sticking him against the bed.

Ankles, shoulders, chest locked. So were his ankles, knees, and legs altogether. There were even straps holding onto his waist and thighs while Keero paced around, scratching his neck.

He waited, waiting for Meero to grow tired of pulling, yanking, pushing. But Meero’s stamina was something else.

“Stop pulling. They’re made to hold someone with militia-grade augments. What Interpol allows you is not enough,” said Keero.

“Fuck off!” replied Meero, raging as more restraints wrapped around his neck.

He couldn’t even move his head… And Keero approached, leaned forward, smiled, and… Flicked his forehead.

“Nope. But please, stop fighting. I have my villain monologue to say,” told Keero, smiling.

“What the fuck? You fried your brain or what?” spat back Meero.

A remark Keero took into consideration, his hand retreating for a moment before he smiled. Wholeheartedly.

“Pah. I love the Templars, but they are severely lacking in the theatrical aspect. So I assumed you’d like to chat or banter before we get on with the hostilities.”

“Seems…” started Meero, gargling and spitting some blood on his chest. “The hostilities have already started.”

“No. That’s… That’s foreplay, brother. Now, now. Tell me. How does it feel to be caught and to have your brother about to take up your identity?”

As he asked, Keero was fiddling with something. And… Then, a sharp icy feeling pierced Meero’s nape, right in a port. He’d been connected, but he didn’t see who held the cable.

**Access Authorized

Welcome Administrator Keero**

“C-Crap! You… Know it doesn’t work like that. I’ve got people. Friends. A boyfriend who’ll see through.”

“Yeah, yeah… Just like you planned to take up my ID and act as me after using some prototype tech to steal my memories? Meero. Of the two of us, you were never the brightest. All brawn, no brain,” replied Keero, shaking his right hand.

Installing Sensory Suite Keero Edition

**Instruction: Access Allocer suite

Instruction: Rewriting Allocer suite

Instruction: S3nsory f33dback**

Keero closed his eyes as hard as he could, trying to ignore or crush those message windows that kept popping up, glitched out, and covered with artifacts.

But amidst this, he felt it. The moment his proprioception shifted while he shook his body.

The orange Dragon shook his shoulders, his arms. And so Meero felt it. And so… Meero could sense as Keero’s digits ran along his thighs. He could sense Rush’s furry fingers close onto the Dragon’s throat, clenching on it, throttling Keero’s breathing.

Before the Lion leaned forward for a kiss, one Meero sensed. Powerful, overwhelming, with heaps of saliva that were forced down his throat, forcing him to swallow and then to swallow that tongue that was… Going so deep, much deeper than even with Klen. Esthor. Ervon.

Meero’s eyes watered, feeling like he was choking but on nothing, his chest lifting while Keero looked fine, enjoying the touch, the crushing abuse… While his fingers ran along his genitals.

Then, the kiss stopped, and Rush stepped back, though the Lion’s erection was now visible. A pillar of mast, practically a threat due to the sheer volume. A cock that was augmented, as wide as his arm. Long as his forearm. And yet, the Lion seemed to be unbothered by his erection, having a slight arch upward.

A pillar of flesh.

This contrasted heavily with Keero’s genitals, with his cock, which he unlocked and revealed. Small. Uncut. And limp. A cock he grabbed, pinched, and squeezed, approaching and giving a full show to Meero. No, making him feel that numb and non-existent cock, to make him sense how the flesh was soft under the digit, pliable, and not reacting at all.

Meero grimaced, watching… His brother ‘stroke’ himself and come closer.

“What do you think, Brother? Small, right?” asked Keero, grinning. And breaking into a moan when Rush’s fingers went under his tail, between his buttcheeks, and spread them apart with a rough contact. A contact that continued with the clawed digit slipping easily inside Keero’s butthole, making the orange Dragon moan and grin in pleasure.

Meero grimaced, frowned… He even tried to look away, but he broke into a moan when he felt it… The finger stroking his Brother’s prostate and the shot of hormone that ensued. Different from his own, but nonetheless experienced.

No… Even Meero’s jaw dropped, his eyes unfocusing.

“S-Stop this,” gargled Meero, sensing the large finger going in and out of his asshole, Keero’s asshole, theirs. A shared sensorium that was making Meero lose himself.

“Why would I? That’s what Rush wanted. To fuck my little ass. And… He got this, even if he’s not there anymore,” chuckled Keero, leaning forward… Approaching the bed, and reaching down to Meero’s groin.

“He wanted to force himself on me. He was sympathetic and nice. But he became too intrusive, too… Invasive. I had to make him useful. I could.”

Keero gave Meero’s cock a few strokes, peeled back the foreskin, exposed the cocktip. The flesh was not hard, yet it dripped precum. Precum Keero licked as he moaned, and another finger went inside him, titillating him.

“You… You’re fucked in the head,” groaned Meero, between his teeth.

“And in the ass. But that’s prison for you,” answered Keero, prompt while he leaned on the bed.

Suddenly, the bed turned and rotated, going full horizontal with Keero clambering over, and then pressing his groin and hips against Meero.

“Oh… Fuck. That’s been a while since I wanted to do this, Brother. Look at me. So fucked up in the head. So ruined by the implants. And by that Virus… Ahhh… Do you know about dick atrophy, Brother?”

Keero’s voice was suave, marked by the fingers pumping in and out of his asshole, by Rush’s shaft that was already grinding against his sphincter.

The touch was warm, pleasant, tempting… Addictive. And Meero lived to feel it.

“There’s an actual term for this,” continued Keero, grinning while his eyes rolled. “Disuse. But it feels more serious to say dick atrophy, even if it’s childish.”

Meero grimaced, feeling… And yet, enjoying Rush’s touch. The Lion entirely acted like a puppet, without a word, without a sentence anymore. If Meero could crane his neck, he’d imagine he’d see a Lion whose expression was empty.

**Instruction: Overwriting Visual Sensorium

Instruction: Overwriting Audio Sensorium**

Meero blinked.

No, it was Keero who blinked. But Meero was now seeing and hearing through his Brother’s eyes. He could see his own eyes, the pupils dilated. And then, he heard Keero’s voice, but as he heard himself. The voice higher than the reality.

“That’s something fun with the Virus. After years of disuse, when you get your dick back… You have issues getting hard, and it’s smaller. It can be fixed for some. But… Why would I need to do that?”

Instruction: Stopping the Allocer Genital Control process

Meero saw himself clenching his teeth and groaning when Keero reached for his shaft, saw the organ that getting stiff. He could sense the touch on him as well as the flesh under his fingers. And then, he moaned.

“I mean. I never needed to compensate like you. I took a dick implant. But I wasn’t going to upgrade and upgrade like you. Is that your fifth dick?” asked Keero. “Or your sixth. Did your last boyfriend cheat on you with someone bigger?”

“Shu… Shut up.”

“I can see your data. Your heart is beating faster, you’re ashamed,” purred Keero, giving that shaft more strokes.

Then, Meero’s shaft was hard, fully hard.

Keero was grinding his own limp and tiny shaft, practically less than 3 inches long, against Meero while impaled on Rush’s three fingers, on four.

“I’m fine with it. With my tiny, impotent dick. I’m loving it. It’s cute and silly… I loved it when Rush and the others pinched it, mocked it. They said it was so small, it shouldn’t be. And… I’m sure you’ll love it.”

“So… Fucked up,” groaned Meero.

“We don’t kinkshame in this place,” scoffed Keero, turning to look over his shoulder.

Sure enough, Rush’s expression was deadpan. And so were his actions, his reactions, when he grabbed Keero’s hips after yanking his fingers out. Then, his cock was presented to Keero’s gaping and aching entrance, to that hole that was practically… Open. Begging. Craving for attention.

Keero smiled so much that it even hurt Meero’s jaws.

“Fuck… You can’t get this, don’t you? The thrill of being fucked by someone with a bigger cock. To feel pleasure when they roughly handle you. When their hands close on your neck, and… Are about to choke the life out of you.”

“You’re crazy,” gargled Meero.

“I am passionate, Brother,” replied Keero, licking his lips when the cocktip pressed against his asshole, spearing through and stretching the rim until it burned. “I’ve always been. But it's thanks to the men around me that I have embraced that side of me.”

“You’re… Fucking crazy,” continued Meero, huffing while that shaft went deeper.

Deeper… So much deeper, and that width, that sheer size. It was crushing and squeezing Keero’s guts. But the Dragon wasn’t bothered at all. At most, he bit his lips, smiled, grinned, huffed, coughed, or even gasped. But plead for it to stop? Not at all, not when he pressed with his hands and legs to have that dick go further inside him, stretching his guts.

“I am crazy. Crazy to explore what I can do. Our implants, this Virus Allocer gave us. We can do so much with it,” said Keero, with that grin, while his eyes went on Meero’s belly, stroking it. “Can you feel it? Rush’s dick inside you? It feels good, doesn’t it?”

“It’s… Fuck.”

Meero wouldn’t say that was too much. But that was definitely something else. He winced. He groaned. He shot precum on his belly. His sight moved as it was someone else’s.

“Fuck. It’s… It’s crazy,” moaned Meero.

“It is. But that’s who I am, Brother,” said Keero, leaning forward and kissing Meero’s neck, licking, sampling the sweat on it, licking right up to the earlobe while something else moved, slithered around. “I am… A good bitch for the men I like. And I want you to be that, too.”

“I’m… Not like you. Just… Let me go,” moaned Meero, feeling his cock was so tense and about to burst, but it wasn’t his dick; his ass was fucked. It was all a jumble of sensations mixed in, played by Keero, who had the upper hand and messed with his mind.

“No, Brother. Because today… You’ll learn about me while I become you,” said Keero, his hands digging into Meero’s shoulders. “You’ll learn how good it is to be a bitch. And I’ll leave you here while I go outside. You ruined my life, and I’ll take yours. It’s justice.”

“That’s… not… Just-Ah!” cried Meero, his asshole getting stuffed.

No, Keero’s.

The Lion’s movements had picked up, and now, much like a machine, the Lion was pummeling Keero’s butthole, his hips smacking against the scaly hips. His nuts smacked against Keero’s. And that cock was smacked the Dragon’s prostate, affecting both.

Meero’s eyes rolled, and so did Keero’s.

“It is… Justice. You’ll be rewarded for being a good cop. And I’ll enjoy your Lover’s dick. Oh… I have so many plans for us all. So many ideas, we can all be so happy,” purred Keero, licking and sampling the salty saliva. “Do you like my dicklet against yours?”

Meero wouldn’t say he was enjoying it.

But he certainly felt that dick flopping around, rubbing against his while Keero was getting fucked, the thrusts rocking the orange Dragon, making him almost fall forward. But he was satisfied, happy even.

“I know you can feel it. I can feel it through you, Brother,” purred Keero.

“It’s… Cold,” mumbled Meero, grunting and grimacing. Even those nuts as they hit his dick felt cold.

“True, true. It’s not like I need much here…. Did I tell you I had myself fixed?”

“F-Fixed? What?”

“Yes… Fixed. Neutered. I plan the same for you.”

“That’s… that’s impossible,” hissed Meero.

“It is,” said Keero, his hands trembling. Rush slowed down, enough for him to reach for Meero’s balls, stroking them. “That’s my punishment for being a corporat… And for our family. We’re part of the problem. It’s better…. To make sure it’s out.”

“Fu-Fuck!”

**Instruction: Activating the Testicular Lacing production mode

Instruction: Forcing the Testicular Lacing release**

Meero gasped. No, he cried.

His nuts were squeezed again, but they were warming up and feeling heavier.

Against his will, his Testicular Lacing was activated. All those artificial glans pumped hormones inside his nuts, making them ache and burn while the artificial organs produced that potent nutsludge that would accumulate inside. Or ought to, if not for the lacing squeezing the two orbs and forcing the cum out, forcing Meero to experience that first and forced orgasm alongside his Brother.

Brother, who purred loudly when hearing the squelching sound and the cry from Meero.

“Oh, yes. I’ll break that for you, too. I’ll take so much from you,” chuckled Keero.

But Meero? He had his eyes rolling.

Blind on his side and forced to see through his Brother’s eyes, he could only see the shocks and tremors through that outside perspective. Shocks and tremors grew as Rush’s dicking resumed, impaling the purring and delighted Keero.

His belly was bulging and aching. His asshole was a ring of fire. And his cock? Oh, he could sense the tension increasing at the base, but without anything much, without release, only an increasing fire. One that was spreading across their groins, both Dragons’, and along his spine. Higher, higher, higher… It hit the implants, making them fizzle. And yet, the dicking wasn’t stopping.

Rush’s fingers were brutal, abusive, and strong. And yet, Keero wasn’t doing anything to stop the strength that could have broken their bones when they were younger. He did not halt the doll-like Lion from crushing his windpipe and making him wheeze.

No, Keero was grinning and delighted by the abuse, by the pain, by the soreness, by the lack of air, while Meero was choking without anyone’s touch.

Meero was hyperventilating, his chest lifting and dropping, his lungs afire. They were not his; it was Keero’s. But the mix was so brutal, so overwhelming. So… Raw.

His tongue lolled out, his mouth opened, while a whistle escaped his throat. And…

In that pain, in that lack of air…

Sensations were meddling too fast, too quickly.

His asshole, Keero’s burning.

His dick that was hard and yet feeling soft.

His belly that was bloating from the precum shooting inside his belly… And then, the slight tremor from the Lion. No more precum. But Cum. Hot. Warm. Heavy on his belly, Keero’s belly, their belly.

It pressed against his organs and guts, stretched the same as did that cock against the inner walls. So much cum, so much, it was stretching it in all directions. And something… Wet dripped from his cock, from Keero’s.

Watery, cold, and yet it landed on Meero’s cock, like a bitter touch, an icy touch onto his burning cock.

Speaking was impossible, only gargle came forth from Meero… Breath. He wanted to breath so hard. He wanted to get out. To escape… To breathe. To be free. To be pleased. To be…

To be...

In that instant of raw desire, there was a clarity.

Clarity of lust and desires. Clarity of needs. Clarity in an orgasm.

He came, with his entire body shaking before Keero’s eyes. But so did Keero’s, feeling like he ejaculated, too. But… He did not. His asshole clenched, certainly. His guts pressed on Rush’s cock. But it wasn’t an ejaculation, as nothing came from his cock.

In that shared sensorium, their sensations entangled, and they both cried. Moan. Gasp. And gargle the same while Rush’s cock continued to pump further and further.

Keero’s belly was swelling, going round. So much, it pressed against their cocks, squeezed them, crushed them as the shared sensorium made them cry.

Cry, tear up… And smile. Both.

Not only Keero’s hurtful grin, but Meero’s, too. They smiled, their minds almost as one as Keero licked his lips.

He was so full, he could burst at any moment, but he stroked his belly, visibly enjoying the sloshing inside as Rush continued to pump and strangle him.

“Brother… I am so happy. To share this with you.”

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