Neon Mass: Infernal Nights 2 (Patreon)

“I don’t suppose I can have a name, since that’s clearly something that will never be uttered again,” I asked, my eyes still firmly locked on the scalpel, even as she pulled it out of the chair and it disappeared somewhere on her.

“Either Amelia or Panacea,” she answered as she stood. Her red eye seemed to stare intently at me for another minute or two before she grumbled under her breath. “Stand up and take your pants off.”

“Wha?” I asked, before she explained.

“There’s an issue with your implants that I missed at first, they’re causing a minor hormonal imbalance in your system,” she said. “Knowing Jack and the Junker Bitch, the two of them are probably too busy to take care of it by now, and V’s not going to be interested for some time. Which means I’m stuck with taking care of it.”

I stood from the chair, even as she got up from her own, “How minor an imbalance are we talking about?”

“So long as you get your dick wet on a daily basis, you’ll be fine,” she answered, slipping her white jacket off and pulling down the shoulder straps to her wife beater, exposing her generous bust. I was taken aback by her boldness, but found myself unable to look away from her ample assets.

I couldn't help but stare, as she sauntered over to me, her hips swaying seductively. She reached out and ran a finger down my chest, tracing the outline of the tattoos that adorned my skin.

"Don't worry, I'll make sure you're well taken care of," she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "But first, let's get these pesky pants off."

Without waiting for a response, she reached down and tugged at my waistband, pulling my pants down to my ankles. I stepped out of them, feeling exposed and vulnerable under her gaze.

She knelt down in front of me, her eyes level with my crotch. "Mmm, not bad," she murmured, running her hands up and down my thighs.

I felt a surge of desire wash over me as she leaned in and began to kiss and lick at my cock, her tongue swirling around the head. She took me into her mouth, sucking and stroking me until I was hard and throbbing with need.

"Fuck," I groaned, gripping her hair and thrusting deeper into her mouth.

She pulled back with a wicked grin, standing up and leading me over to the examination table. "Now let's see what we can do about that little hormonal problem of yours," she said, pushing past me and putting both her hands on the edge of the table, pushing her panty clad hips out towards me.

She turned to look at me, her smile growing even wider. "Well, what are you waiting for? This time of the month is precious, and I'm not going to let it go to waste."

My cock twitched in anticipation as she turned back around, presenting her ass to me. I stepped up behind her and ran my hands up her hips and over her ass, squeezing and groping her ample cheeks. She moaned in pleasure as I pulled her panties aside and rubbed her pussy, my erection twitching again in response.

"C'mon, what are you waiting for?" she asked, spreading her legs a bit further apart. "Fuck me already!"

"You want it that bad, huh?" I asked, pressing my cock against her entrance.

"Oh fuck yes, give it to me," she said, her voice rising in pitch. "Oh God, I've been waiting all month for a guy with a decent dick."

"Well, let's see if you still feel the same way after I'm done with you," I said, thrusting into her.

"Ungh, yes," she moaned, her face twisting in pleasure. "Mmm, not bad. I take back what I said about you."

"I can think of a few people who feel the same way," I said, thrusting slowly into her, relishing the feeling of her warm, wet insides as I began to slide myself in and out of her.

"Oh fuck, that's good," she groaned, gripping the table even tighter. "Now fuck me harder! Make me cum all over this table!"

I grinned and obliged, fucking her harder, my hips slamming into hers. She moaned and panted as I continued to thrust, her cries of pleasure growing in volume until finally, she came, her pussy clenching around my cock and drenching my crotch in her fluids.

She fell forward over the table, breathing heavily as I continued to fuck her. My grin stretched even wider, up until I felt a hand pressing against my back, shoving me forward until I was hunched over Amy.

Turning to look over my shoulder, my eyes practically popped out of my head by the sight I was greeted by. Junker Queen had come back, the hand that wasn’t pressed against my back (idly, a distant part of my brain was wondering if I was imagining the odd, pinching feeling on either side of my spine) was stroking a long and very thick cock, the hentai sized shaft jutting proudly from between her legs. Dangling under it were a pair of testicles that were equally oversized.

As she stepped up behind me, holding her cock in one hand, I opened my mouth and said, "Hey wait a sec..."

Too late, that monster of a dick pressed against my asshole, and with very little effort, it slipped past the ring of my ass and filled me. I cried out in pain as she began to thrust into me, her cock stretching me to the limits as it plunged in and out of me.

"Fuuuuuu-Uck!" I screamed as the cock filled me, the pressure on my ass making my eyes water. "Fuuuuuck, that's too big!"

"Oh yeah, this joyboy's got a real nice ass," Junker Queen said, her voice even deeper than before. "I'm gonna fuck him good."

"Junker Bitch, you're gonna split him in half!" Amy said, her voice quivering with excitement.

"Is that a bad thing?" Junker Bitch asked, slapping her fat balls on my ass. "Fuck, with how this bussy feels, I don't see how it could be."

I wailed as the larger girl continued to thrust into me, my cries of pain mixing with Amy's moans of pleasure as the smaller girl continued to drive herself onto my cock, all while the blue haired futa drove her own dick into my ass. After what felt like an eternity, the larger invader finally came, her balls twitching as she pulled her cock out of my ass with a pop.

"Oh fuck, that was good," Junker Queen said, her voice back to normal. "I think I'm gonna have to marry that ass."

Something in me cracked, and with a growl, I snapped a hand out behind me, my entire body glowing a faint blue. Junker Queen let out a yelp, as she was lifted into the air and was thrown into the table, next to Amy.

"Let me make something perfectly clear," I said with a growl. "I may be down for catching every now and then, but try that kind of shit again, and I'll shove one of my rockets down your throat, am I understood?"

Apparently standing me ground did things for Junker Queen, because her cock which had been softening was rapidly rehardening.

"Oh yeah, I like this guy," she said, licking her lips and stroking her shaft. "Much as I'd like to continue, the Boss wants a word with ya New Guy. V'll show ya to his office."

I grunted, slipping out of Amy's cunt and pulling my pants back up. I left the room as Junker Queen dragged Amy's head onto her cock, greeted by V as I stepped through the door.

"Ready? This way," the netrunner said simply before turning around and walking away. I followed her, until she led me to an office door and gestured to it. "Boss's in there, don't be surprised by his appearance."

My eyebrow rose as she opened the door and motioned me to enter. I did so, my eyes taking in the figure standing my the window. He looked like a corpo in a gray and red pinstripe suit, the only thing setting him apart being two tufts of bangs that made one think of horns. And the long, thin spade-tipped tail that waved and lashed about behind him.

"Thank you, V," the man said, his voice smooth like whiskey. "That'll be all for today. Go ahead and take the rest of the day off."

"Sure thing," she said before practically fleeing, the door slamming shut.

"So, what's this about?" I asked.

"Fulfilling your end of the bargain," the man said as he turned around. His front looked mostly normal, except for his eyes. They were like a bundle of embers, black with glowing orange lines and patches. I pushed the curiosity aside and focused on his words. "I'd normally be annoyed that you haven't started, but I suppose I can't blame you for unforeseen complications."

"What kind of complications, and what bargain?" I asked, thoroughly confused, but doing my best not to show it.

"The kind that erased your memories of both our deal and the personal history we'd agreed upon. After negotiating for a year, the entire project was nearly ruined by your mind failing to integrate properly," he snarled, his eyes glowing as he did so. "So, let's cut to the chase, since you already know some of what's going on. You want to know the rest, I want to find out what's wrong with you, so I can get this whole project moving again. Oh, and I might have some other jobs for you too, but that's a surprise for later."

I raised an eyebrow, silently thankful I managed to avoid crapping my pants. There was a piece of fanart I'd seen a few years back, of a guy, from some webstory or another, who maintained a perfectly stoic expression, but inside his head he was screaming and wailing. That was how I was feeling right about now.

He gestured to the chair in front of the desk, and I took it as he sat down. A few holographic screens appeared in front of him, one of which looked like a human body with a number of dots spread throughout and different parts highlighted.

"Hmm..." he hummed as he looked over the holographic man. "Seems that most of the implants weren't activated in addition to the memory issues. Annoying, but a much simpler fix."

"So...what exactly is the deal with this world?" I asked. "I've seen stuff from four different franchises and those eyes of yours don't exactly look technological."

He glanced up at me for a moment, before turning his gaze back to his holographic screens. He still answered my question though, "Underlying weave of this reality is the world you'd recognize as Cyberpunk 2077, with various elements woven into it from other realities. The most prolific being worldwide mythology, particularly Judeo-Christian, and the franchise your world called Mass Effect. There are fewer influences from a separate franchise called The Boys. The smallest alterations to the base weave are threads from the franchises you called Worm and Overwatch are limited to a few individuals, and there is so little from their world that they have been altered by the weight of the world around them."

"Hence the biokinetic being a cyber-doc?" I asked.

"'Ripperdoc' is the local term, but yes," he answered, a frown on his face. He growled, "Your insistence on that Dumb AI is proving to be an annoyance."

"What AI?" I asked, feeling a little like a kid in class.

"Part of our initial negotiations included a limited AI as part of your upgrades. It cannot communicate, it can't really think, but it prevents any outside attempts at influencing your cybernetics. Which means I cannot get into your inactive systems to forcefully turn them back on," he explained. "Since you cannot use most of your cybernetics, that greatly hinders your usefulness and the possibility of completing the terms and conditions that you agreed to."