Chapter 441 - My SI Stash #41 - Lets Ride the Steel Horse again! by Nightmare723764 (Worm) (2/2)
Amy just sputtered and reddened at Vicky's tease, what made it worse was… she did get somewhat excited when she touched him and his biology was laid b_a_r_e to her power. It wasn't her fault that she was so bored and that her power latched onto the first interesting thing in years and its excitement leaked over to her.
”For starters, his immune system isn't bulletproof, more like it could tank a nuke and keep going.” Amy said, ”The best comparison I can make is to how Crawler's powers work. But it's much more… efficient in its adaptations. Plus I have the feeling that he's supposed to be in a constant state of evolution but something stalled that aspect out.”
”Sounds like he's a nightmare to fight. Is he a Hero?” Amy managed not to roll her eyes at her sister's rather predictable question.
”He didn't say. But if he's a villain he's the most polite one I've ever met.” Amy said, ”If anything I think he's just an Independent that wants to get his basics sorted before making any big choices.”
”Well here's hoping he makes the right choice.” Vicky said, ”I wanna meet the horse that got my sister all excited!~”
”Vicky!” Amy protested.
”What? Nothing wrong with taking a walk on the wild side as long as precautions are taken.” Vicky said with a cheeky grin, ”Besides 'Oh Mighty Healer' you can't heal yourself so… better stick to oral~”
”VICKY!!!” The now solid red Amy shrieked making the blonde flyer laugh hard.
”But seriously Amy.” Vicky said between giggles, ”I'll be with you every step of the way. I'm still upset with Dean.”
And like that Amy's mood took a strange turn. Mention of Vicky's on-again-off-again boytoy/boyfriend soured her mood and yet her promise to be with her raised her mood to new heights!
”... Promise…?” Amy hated just how needy and desperate she sounded right then.
”Promise.” Vicky said before giving her a quick kiss.
And Amy knew… she would need to throw her p_a_n_t_i_e_s away when she got home. Thank Scion she was still wearing her costume!
<<<???>>>
Brockton bay is a shit hole; despite this world not following 'canon' somethings do indeed remain the same. Despite the thin veneer of p_o_r_n logic, the city is still a gang paradise only with s_e_x as the icing on top of the shit cake.
Still, I eventually arrived at my temporary base, after I brought myself up to snuff I'll try to find a better area to relocate, and… well at least it was structurally sound given how close to the bay it was. Through the large warehouse stank of drugs, stale urine and feces, s_e_x, and despair as well as depression. These sensors are awesome but goddamn do they suck sometimes.
”Okay! Let's try to make this place livable.” I said as I rolled my metaphorical sleeves, ”And sterile so the eventual implant procedures don't risk infections.”
Though I'm pretty sure my immune system would look at the most infectious diseases as a light snack at the very least. Still why risk it? But the question is how will I do this with only hooves?
CPU
Calculating
Processing
DSD: 75% functional (Repair needed)
DSD: 1 Android, 1 Universal Fabricator
Materialize Android and Universal Fabricator?
Huh, that's convenient!
My body did something and a… stupidly curvy and clearly anatomically correct female android materialized at my side. You know what? I'm not even going to bother questioning why I have what's obviously a s_e_xbot in storage.
I just wireless connected to the droid and immediately started to clean up
God this was going to take all night! But it's not like I had anything better to do or need sleep in the first place.
Status
Phallus: 50% and rising
Female Detected
Initiating Rut Protocols
HPF (H_e_n_t_a_i Physics Field) generator: 75% operational (Repairs needed)
HPF generator activated
I grunted as my half-mast turned into a rager in an instant, and I risked a glance and stared. I was going to have to get the HPF operating at peak efficiency before I even think of sticking this monster in anyone!
”I'm a goddamn Clydesdale!” I muttered, ”That's goddamn three f_u_c_k_i_n_g feet!” And never mind the girth and width!
I stopped the android from her work and instead had her take care of something more important.
”I want you to suck this c_o_c_k like it owes you money!” I have no idea why I'm saying this out loud but whatever, ”And after I fix my HPF I'm going to rut you until there's a crater on the floor!”
… Was it me or did the android crawl under me faster at my words?
Meh, probably some sort of programmed response or something.
CPU
Amus_e_m_e_nt
I ignored my CPU (as much as I can that is) and simply enjoyed my androids' oral ministrations.
Thank god she was already n_a_k_e_d cause I'm pretty sure any clothes she was wearing would be ruined by overabundant amounts of prec_u_m leaking out.
But f_u_c_k me if the smell of s_e_x is going to be a nightmare to get rid of…
I was right of course, as much as I wish I wasn't.
I had withdrawn the Universal Fabricator from my DSD and wirelessly connected it to my Hyperspace core to power it and then set my Android to work, the fabricator providing my android all the tools and materials it needed to clean and sanitize the place.
”Though it's hard to be frustrated after having such a draining experience!”
Pretty sure I can tack on a 'One-Stallion Bukkake' to my eventual PHO handle, I mean I probably won't but I think it'd be amusing. Probably redundant and would attract the weirdos.
Shaking my head I decided to surf PHO whilst simultaneously trying to plan out my initial CMB implantation as well as debate on if I would remain in my current quadrupedal configuration or try to convert to a bipedal form.
Which is possible thankfully, though frustratingly enough just 'Human' wasn't possible. Seems no matter what I do I'm stuck with an equine form.
Troublesome…
Browsing PHO for a few minutes I found a recently created thread called ”Horse in Lord's Market!” intrigued I opened the thread and started to read.
*seconds later*
”PHO is a silly place filled with deviants.”
How, just how? How did asking directions turn into s_e_x_u_a_l propositions which turned into Vista being turned into a living fleshlight as she was strapped to my barrel and I go galloping down Lord's Market as my 'gigantic horsec_o_c_k' utterly ruined her and reshaped her 'loli p_u_s_s_y' into the perfect receptacle for my 'mighty equine phallus' and giving her an unrelenting d_e_s_i_r_e to have horsec_o_c_k and being rutted and bred like a prized broodmare.
Thank god I'd just been drained or else I would've gotten aroused again.
Actually, who decided to wax poetic about my p_e_n_i_s anyway?
I 'scrolled' back up (seriously the poster made an epic-length smutty poem which I couldn't help but find impressive.) to the poster.
SpecificProtaginist… of course… though now the question is what I should do? If anything?
I mean… this might not be Madison that was involved with Taylor's trigger. If anything Madison having a Case 53 fetish is a rather pervasive bit of fanon, so if anything this might just be someone that enjoys Beastiality.
And Taylor's triggering is still days away, about a week give or take a few hours.
Actually, now that I think about it… should I do anything? I mean she's going to trigger no matter what I do. I can't just follow her to school on the day she triggers or anything. But perhaps… I would need to meet her first of all and she'll be suspicious as hell but… perhaps I could give her a shoulder to lean on?
Absentmindedly I did a search on Danny Hebert (granted search is putting it simply but... meh it works) and… wasn't impressed and only slightly disappointed. I had hoped that Danny would be like one of his fanon counterparts, but no sadly enough. The data paints a picture of a broken shell of a man going through the motions, and though he genuinely loves his daughter it was clear to me that Danny wasn't the Pillar of Emotional Strength and Fortitude in the Hebert household.
But there's nothing I can do about that yet.
Right now I just need to decide: Quadruped or Biped
Both come with advantages and disadvantages, which both are largely negated due to my Tinkerish power. And the one advantage I'd have regardless is knowing I have the biggest c_o_c_k anywhere I go!
Nickering in amus_e_m_e_nt I focused on planning out my initial implants, I could redesign my body later.
I had also decided on a name, seeing as my original name had been scoured from my memory suspiciously enough.
”Steel. Steel Cavalry.” I said aloud for no real reason.
It felt right oddly enough.
Chapter 3
<<Steel Cavalry>>
CPU
Processing...
Simulating...
Error?
Query?
”Heh, well it's good to know we're not so intertwined. I do like my privacy.” I quipped to my confused 'CPU' before I continued, ”No, I don't legitimately need Amy's assistance to install the CBMs, I've already got all the basic infrastructure installed and an Autodoc ready. No, what I want is to study Amy's shard [Queen Shaper] as well as to give the irritated shard a chance to chew on some new data and ease off Amy.” I explained calmly, ”And the best way to help Amy is to get her to assist the installation process. Granted any organic damage I would incur is negligible but this will save me some pain as well as helping Amy so it's a win-win in my mind.”
The CPU went silent but that didn't mean I couldn't feel it processing and running countless simulations what I told it. Chuckling I resumed fiddling with my biggest project; trying to achieve my previous human form!
Now don't get me wrong I've read a lot (and I mean a lot) of smut that involved either an equine phallus or a full-on horse, and the knowledge that I have the biggest d_i_c_k (and balls now that I think about it) in the city is a helluva ego boost but goddamnit I miss having hands! You never know how much you take something for granted until it's gone.
Though I've already circ_u_mvented my lack of hands, it's still in the hypothetical stage but eventually, I'll go from having no hands to all the hands!
Though I'm also studying copyright and cape law so I don't get sued by GW if I wind up looking like a Techpriest. Turns out with the appearance of Heroes and Villains a lot of laws had to be quickly reworked. It also explained how something like the Birdcage can exist despite it being inhumane and unconstitutional.
But then again humans will do anything to feel safe and have a sense of control.
Sighing I decided to force myself to continue working on my projects and decided to go take a gallop around. Who knows maybe I'll run into the Wards again? It's hard to simulate the possibilities given how wildly different this world is to the one I know, hell for all I know I might accidentally save Lisa and she'll decide she's safe with me!
”Heh, as if that'd happen. I don't know canon but I know Coil got Lisa months before Taylor triggered.”
Nickering faintly I left my hideout, activating the security systems I had set up. While I'm still looking for a better location it doesn't mean I'm not security conscious!
”Well… this is awkward…”
CPU
Amus_e_m_e_nt
Being used as a jungle gym and giving rides to young children wasn't what I planned when I decided to visit the park but it wasn't all that bad. If anything it made me seem friendly (which I am but you know how people get when capes are involved) but the kids weren't what made my current situation awkward.
And the occasional MILF that saw my big sack and giggled didn't make it awkward either. Well… maybe a little.
No, it was the fact that a young woman, thirteen to fourteen I guesstimate, watching me intently. And my sensors detected a quantum-tunnel connecting the woman to a shard. And it took me running a facial recognition program as well as scanning the citizen registry to find out who it is.
Dinah Alcott.
Okay seeing as she was here clearly she wasn't being drugged, but still, how should I proceed? I also had to try and recall Dinah's power, something about… predictions? Calculating the chances of things?
And judging from how she was watching me and the activity coming from the quantum-tunnel tethered to her she was actively using her power.
<<<Dinah Alcott>>>
Since the day she triggered Dinah's life had been rather miserable. Sure the power to calculate the odds of future actions with near-perfect accuracy sounds amazingly broken on paper. But the problem, to use a computer metaphor, is that her hardware simply wasn't up to the task of running the software.
The long and short is that every usage of her power caused discomfort that easily turned into 'ice-pick to the temple' levels of agony.
The fact that her power was completely involuntary meant that she got a taste of what she learned was called Thinker headaches far sooner and much more frequently than she would like.
'The chances of me being hurt in the park?”
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”The hell?”
Her power had never glitched out like that before! It didn't even cause the normal dull ache that normally accompanied her power!
Looking around subtly she spotted that horse cape that PHO has been going on about playing with some kids. Or rather they were playing on him and he allowed it. The sight was enough to bring a small smile to her face
”Chances that he's making my power glitch?”
[200000000000000000000000%]
”Well, that's a certainty. And there's that ache… so when my power glitches the Thinker headache doesn't appear? Interesting. Chances that he can keep me safe?”
[80%]
”That is horrifyingly higher than when I asked about the Wards and Protectorate. Hmm, if I approach him and tell him about my power what are the chances he'll keep it secret and agree to protect me?”
[5555555555500000000000000000000%]
”Hmm, now how do I approach him and not make it weird?”
Well… Dinah always wanted to go horseback riding so… why not?
With a plan forming in her mind she approached the horse, after making sure neither of her parents would overreact or anything.
She loved them with all her heart but damnit she wasn't a little girl anymore!!
<<<Steel Cavalry>>>
”Hmm, seems like Little Miss Precog has a plan.”
CPU
Processing…
Simulating…
Calculating…
Data
”Yeah, that sounds like that'd be her best bet.”
It's funny but I just wonder how much tragedy would've been diverted in canon if people actually communicated? Probably a shit ton in all honesty but that would be logical and cut down on a lot of angst, trauma, and drama, and Wildbow couldn't have that!
Don't get me wrong I think Wildbow is a shit writer with a fetish for grimderp and a hard-on for… anti-authoritarianism or whatever. But I will give him something he gave the fanfiction scene a wonderful sandbox to play around it.
It was just disappointing that so many clung to the rails of canon like a lifeline. So, you know what I'm going to do?
I'm going to give whatever 'canon' exists in this world a big 'F_u_c_k You' and buck it straight in the balls!
I don't know if I can fix this world but damn it I'll try to make it just a little less hellish!