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“Hmm… something isn’t right here…”

It was Friday morning, and operator Vanilla was getting fucked.

She was resting her head on her favorite pillow, stained with saliva and other bodily fluids, and while the scent of the room was largely familiar to her—as was the feisty Reproba who was clapping her cheeks—something was amiss. Something was… off.

Operator Beanstalk slowed her thrusts, though she didn’t stop outright. Morning sex was something of a ritual between the two. At this point, it was more important than having breakfast, as though it were a good enough and filling substitute.

“What’s, ngh, what’s wrong?” asked Beanstalk. The hyena girl dipped down to plant a sweet kiss against the back of Vanilla’s neck before flicking her tongue against the Vouivre’s ear. “Am I going too fast?”

“N-No, that’s not it,” said Vanilla, both pairs of cheeks flushed red with arousal. The occasional moan escaped her, although the lingering discomfort never left her.

“Oh, well,” said Beanstalk, putting a hand on the girl’s shoulder. “Because I want to go even faster! Is that alright?”

Vanilla groaned, keeping her perky butt raised off the bed so that the breeding expert could have her fun. Her eyes drifted shut as she focused on the sensation of being taken so thoroughly like this, relishing how Beanstalk’s thick and throbbing cock pumped in and out of her well-used snatch.

Beanstalk’s face contorted with pleasure. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing as she pounded Vanilla from behind, watching her length vanish between the girl’s hot, sodden folds. “God,” she moaned, “I love doing this f-first thing in the m-morning… you feel so good…”

“It’s not boring?” Vanilla asked, cringing at how quickly the words left her mouth before mentally evaluating them.

“Hell no, it’s not,” said Beanstalk, only for her thrusts to slow again. “Is it… boring for you?”

“What? No! No, it… it feels good, but…”

Beanstalk smiled, and her tail wagged back and forth behind her. “Sweetheart, you oughta tell me if there’s a way I can make this better! I don’t wanna be the only one having fun here, you know? Come on~ use your words!”

Vanilla sighed. “I’m just being strange. Don’t worry about it! Actually, let me…”

Taking a pause from their present position, Vanilla flipped over so that she was lying on her back, and she beckoned Beanstalk back to her with a reassuring smile.

“Come on,” the Vouivre cooed. “Really, let me have it…”

Beanstalk grinned. She grabbed her cock and slapped it against Vanilla’s juicy pussy, kneeling between the girl’s spread thighs and sighing from the pleasure that gripped her.

Without wasting further time, Beanstalk breached Vanilla’s entrance once again, and the Vouivre girl closed her eyes. She sank into the mattress beneath Beanstalk’s deep and impassioned thrusts, groaning with pleasure and leaning against the other woman’s touch.

Vanilla exhaled. “Fuck…”

The bed creaked beneath their bodies in their morning coitus. Rhythmic, percussive, and spurring. Beanstalk leaned down to plant another tender kiss against Vanilla’s warm, tensing neck, drawing a pleasured gasp from the horned girl she was laying.

“God, yeah,” Vanilla moaned. “Y-You can grab one of my horns, you know…”

Beanstalk didn’t have to be told twice. She reached up to grab one of Vanilla’s pointy horns, using it as a handlebar for her subsequent pounding. Their hips met repeatedly, echoing out with a splendid, wet slapping sound.

“Just like that,” said Vanilla, moaning out loud. “Yeah, that feels so good…”

Suddenly, Beanstalk was slowing down all over again. The difference in speed was enough to have Vanilla open her eyes with confusion.

“Huh? What’s wrong?” asked the Vouivre.

Beanstalk put a finger to her lips. “Shhh. Do you hear that?”

Vanilla frowned, but she focused her hearing until it was audible for her, too.

Moaning.

Someone else was moaning in the next room.

The noise was coming from just ahead of them, past the wall that the bed was up against. The voice wasn’t too familiar to Beanstalk, although Vanilla had a pretty good idea of who it was.

“That’s… my neighbor,” said Vanilla, cracking a smile. “I guess she’s having a good morning, too…”

Beanstalk opened her mouth to quip, only to stop once she heard the pleasured yells ramp up from beyond the partition.

“Mmm, just like that… grab my hips, yeah… Oh, you like that, don’t you? Aha, you’re so energetic this morning, sweetie…”

Followed by someone else’s voice, only a little quieter.

“M-Melantha…! K-Keep your voice down… s-someone’s going to hear us…!”

In the next room, Melantha never stopped her bouncing.

She smiled down at Ansel—one of her precious team members—while she rolled her hips against his own. The sensation of being taken like this so early in the morning… to Melantha, there was simply nothing else like it.

“You’re being louder than I am,” she teased, always so sultry in the team’s more intimate moments. The bed beneath them creaked in time with their lovemaking, leaving Ansel feeling helpless as the pleasure ramped up between them. He held onto her hips dearly as he drove himself upward, lancing her again and again from below as his team leader’s plum-colored hair tickled his slim, hairless chest.

A curse slipped from the Cautus’ mouth as Melantha quickened her pace, dripping sweat over his skin and prompting more moans to push out of his lungs. His hands reached around to feel up the Feline’s ass, and Melantha giggled in spite of herself.

“You love my butt so much,” Melantha noted, huffing and puffing in between every few words. Each time she came back down, she could feel Ansel’s thick carrot spread her insides apart. She welcomed him every time she fell, just as she missed him terribly every time their bodies came apart.

“I l-love your butt,” Ansel confirmed, blushing beet red. “I-I wanna… p-put it in your…”

Melantha licked her lips, planting her palms on Ansel’s slim torso. “Your birthday is coming up, isn’t it? Unf… maybe, if you behave yourself, I just might let you…”

Ansel’s lips curled up into a smile. “I’ll b-behave, captain! I’ll do anything you ask of me!”

Melantha groaned, bending down to kiss and nip at Ansel’s lips. The two continued to occupy themselves like this, completely in their own world and paying no heed to the sounds of frantic pleasure coming from the bathroom just next door.

The shower was running, and its space wasn’t so cramped that three operators couldn’t fit nicely inside. Just the same, Cardigan fit nicely between her two favorite boys: Adnachiel and Steward, with each male operator occupying either side of the perky Perro’s body.

Adnachiel’s back was up against the wall, and his cock was buried down Cardigan’s hot, velvety throat. On the opposite side, Steward kept his hands on either of their team defender’s ass cheeks, fondling her rear end while he pounded her pussy from behind.

Operator Cardigan could never choose between them. It made perfect sense to the Perro that she would hook up with both Adnachiel and Steward. After all, she had two hands—and more than one hole.

“Fuck,” Steward cursed. “Merry… Come back against me, just like that…”

“Mm-hmm!” Merry moaned with her mouth full, slamming her ass back against Steward’s crotch and groaning from the pleasure as he fucked her from behind.

“Hah… good girl,” he praised, reaching up to slide his hand along her hot, slick back. The warm water continued to rain over the trio, though it was Cardigan who received most of the shower.

“Don’t stop sucking,” said Adnachiel, grunting as he held Cardigan’s chin in his hand. He pumped his hips in and out, watching his cock vanish down the Perro’s tight, hot throat. “Oh, Merry… your mouth is like m-magic…”

“Mm-hmm!” The Perro happily wagged her tail as she took it from both ends, cherishing her spit roasting, always happy to spread herself for Steward and Adnachiel—the two most important men in her life. Steward held onto her tail to keep it from whipping water all over the shower, causing Cardigan to squeal in surprise and slam back harder.

She moved like a pendulum between both men, forward and back, over and over again. Every time she came forward, Adnachiel would groan with pleasure as his cock would bury deeper down her throat. Then Cardigan would push back against Steward’s crotch, and the snow-haired Vulpo would groan in ecstasy, manhandling her ass cheeks with zeal.

“Are we… hah… wasting the hot water?” asked Adnachiel.

“Ansel and Melantha should still be occupied,” said Steward, sucking in air through his teeth. “They’re in no rush… we can take our time…”

Melantha finally popped Adnachiel’s cock out of her mouth to cough before speaking.

“Just don’t let me shrivel up like a raisin!” she exclaimed.

“Hey, Texas?”

Exusiai bit her lip as the question left her lips. Texas yanked the angel’s shorts down to her ankles, already rubbing her fingers against the Sankta’s soaking wet slit from behind. It was almost noon, and Texas couldn’t wait any longer. She bent the redhead angel over a pile of boxes in the trading post, uncaring of whoever would find them.

“What’s up?” asked the Lupo, nonchalant despite the circumstances.

“Shouldn’t we, uh… k-keep working? You know, just in case?”

“Just in case?” asked Texas. “Just in case what?”

“We have some pretty big orders to fill, so I just—ooh…”

Exusiai spread her thighs further apart, leaning over the pile of boxes with a charming smile on her face. Texas quickly dropped her belt and pulled her own pants down, her cheeks burning bright red with arousal.

“It’ll be fine,” Texas assured. “The other trading post has it under control… I just need some relief, that’s all. It won’t take over ten minutes…”

“You take longer sometimes,” Exusiai mused, turning her head back to grin at the heated Lupo behind her. “That’s because you play with your food…”

Exusiai yelped as Texas spanked her, causing the Sankta to wiggle her hips with delight.

“I guess you’d better work hard to get me off, huh? In the meantime… like I said, the other trading post has it under control…”

Suddenly, Texas felt something clamp around her neck. With wide-eyed worry, she turned just in time to watch as Lappland brandished a leash, the other end of which was tied to the collar that looked perfectly suitable for Texas’ neck.

The pale-haired Lupo barked a laugh. “Don’t think for a second you two will have fun without me! The Doctor put us all together for a reason, you know!”

“Lappland!” Texas scoffed. “Let me finish with Exusiai, and then I’ll take care of you.”

“I don’t think so, Texas! Besides—it’s my turn to be called Mistress, don’t you think?”

“Oh, great…” Exusiai huffed, shaking her head as the two wolves bickered and tore each other's clothes off. “I hope Croissant and Sora are getting work done, at least…”

With Texas and Lappland distracting each other, Exusiai took a moment to grab her phone and video call Croissant. She expected to see her coworker from Penguin Logistics, of course, with her fire-orange hair, forest-green eyes, and onyx-colored horns.

What she did not expect to see, however, was a handsome Sarkaz with jet-black hair smiling back at her.

“Good morning!” Operator Midnight grinned, and Exusiai would swear that his teeth twinkled over the video call. “If it isn’t Rhodes Island’s bubbly angel! Are you looking for your friend?”

“Midnight!” Exusiai wasn’t too surprised to see the man, given that he sometimes worked at the other trading post alongside Sora and Croissant. “Uh, yeah! Where’s Croissant? Why do you have her phone?”

“Why, she told me to answer, my dear,” said the Sarkaz. “Your friends here are a bit, er, preoccupied!”

“Preoccupied?”

Midnight pressed a button on the phone to turn the camera view around, just before pointing it squarely at his bare crotch.

In the next moment, Exusiai was treated to an eyeful that she was hardly prepared for: her coworkers Croissant and Sora were orally servicing Midnight, with the former Forte sucking on the head of his cock, and the latter “Lupo” giving his balls a tongue bath.

Exusiai nearly dropped her phone at the bawdy sight. “Whoa! Hey, Croissant! Hey, Sora! Taking a break from the trading post too, huh?”

Croissant raised her head off of Midnight’s cock to answer the angel over video call, blowing Exusiai a kiss from where she was kneeling. “Hey, sugar! Hah~ don’t mind us, we’re just blowin’ off a little steam!”

“Taking a load off,” Midnight said with a chuckle. “What can I say? It raises morale.”

Exusiai bit her lip, watching as Croissant went back to sucking the Sarkaz’s cock. “I’ll say… um, Midnight? Can I ask you a question?”

Midnight groaned with pleasure. He held the cell phone in one hand, using the other gently to pet Sora and scratch her soft ears. Beneath his touch, the cheerful idol cooed.

“A question for me?” asked Midnight. “Did you want to join us, darling? I’m sure I can take on three of you at once…”

Exusiai mulled it over for a moment. She had to admit, it was a tempting offer…

…which, of course, only helped to assure her that something rather pressing was going on.

“Do you think that Rhodes Island has a problem?” she asked suddenly.

“A problem? Ooh, that’s it… good girl, just like that,” Midnight moaned, patting Croissant over the head. “You’ve got such a nasty little tongue, beautiful…”

Exusiai rolled her eyes. “Midnight!”

“Huh? Oh, right. You mentioned something about a problem?” asked Midnight. “What exactly do you mean, angel? Mmm…”

Exusiai turned to see that Texas and Lappland were making out, with the white wolf straddling Texas’ lap and dry-humping her. Texas pulled Lappland’s tail with a determined growl, deepening their harsh kiss as Exusiai went back to the video call.

“I feel like everyone on Rhodes Island is having sex all the time,” said Exusiai. “Literally everyone on Rhodes Island is screwing literally all the time!”

“Literally?” asked Midnight. “I am unsure about that, little angel. Are you sure you’re not simply seeing things? Your friends can be quite the influence…”

Exusiai stammered. “W-What’s that s-supposed to mean?!”

“It means that, ahh… Sora has a wonderful pair of lips,” he remarked aloud, causing the blonde ‘Lupo’ to blush. “I can only wonder just how often she puts this mouth to good use…”

“Midnight!” Exusiai whined. “You’re not listening to me!”

The Sarkaz was too focused on his morning lovers to pay the angel any more attention. He tossed the phone aside so that he could have a hand on either of their heads, tipping his head back and moaning with ecstasy at how they served him.

“You Penguin Logistics girls really are experts,” he mused. “Perhaps one day, I can get you all in a room to myself…”

Croissant snickered as she kissed across Midnight’s thick and throbbing shaft. “Ain’t satisfied with just me and Sora, huh, cowboy? I’ll show ya that we’re more than enough for you!”

“I would love for you to prove me wrong,” he shot back, chuckling at her response.

Sora focused on cleaning Midnight’s cock and balls with her mouth, rolling her hot, pink tongue over his sack and slathering it in her cleansing saliva. She shuddered just from his scent, breathing in his musk and letting it waft over her. Despite the dubious nature of her race, one thing was ultimately certain: Sora had a sensitive nose, and the smell of one’s musk got her excited, unlike anything else.

Midnight seemed to tell, and he pushed her head down more firmly against his manhood, which twitched and leaked pre-cum onto her forehead.

The trio enjoyed themselves for quite some time. With both trading posts occupied as they were, it was no wonder that production for the week was at an all-time low.

Someone had to stop by to see for themselves. To witness the utter depravity aboard the Rhodes Island landship; the inescapable lust that seemed to permeate through every room of the company’s walls.

Whether it was a trading post, or a factory, or even a power plant…

Whether it was a private dorm, a public restroom, or even one of the lounge rooms…

“Even the training room isn’t used for training anymore! Why, this is just… this is just ridiculous, Doctor! This cannot stand! This cannot continue! For if it does… if everyone aboard continues to fool around instead of working… then Rhodes Island will sail to its very doom!”

Conviction slammed their hands on the Doctor’s desk and rambled until they went red in the face. With their explanation given, and with plenty of evidence provided, the being known as Conviction truly believed that they had adequately pled their case.

Unfortunately, the Doctor didn’t seem worried. If anything, the Doctor seemed to lack the most conviction out of everyone else!

“Erm… Conviction?” The Doctor winced. “I don’t think this is such a big idea.”

“What?!” Conviction puffed out their chest. “I beg your pardon?!”

The Doctor sighed. “It’s just… a few operators on Rhodes Island are having sex to settle down, raise morale, and boost company relations. What’s wrong with that?”

“What’s wrong with—!” Conviction gasped. “Doctor! Did you not listen to a single word I said? EVERYONE on Rhodes Island is too busy having sex to work! Production is down, down! Libido is up up up! Even Dr. Kal’tsit is too busy smelling like fish to be of any help!”

“I had no idea you felt so heated about this,” said the Doctor. Conviction posed with their hands on their hips, smirking in front of the Doctor’s frankly foul-smelling office.

“But of course! I joined this company expecting I could spread conviction wherever we sailed! But good grief and alas, it is as if everyone onboard has been replaced by some kind of zombie! A sex-crazed lunatic, Doctor!”

The Doctor sighed. “Alright, alright, I’ll hear you out. What would you have me do?”

Conviction crossed their arms as if the answer couldn’t be more obvious. “A competition!”

The Doctor blinked behind his mask. “A competition? What do you mean?”

“A competition!” Conviction repeated what they’d said, smiling smugly at the Doctor with their hands on their hips, cocking them to one side. “The trouble is crystal clear to me, Doctor! It’s casual sex! Easygoing coitus, simplistic, barbaric, and frankly ridiculous levels of lovemaking!”

The Doctor shook his head. “How is a competition going to get people to stop having sex? That doesn’t make any sense! I can’t allow something like that!”

Conviction chuckled darkly. “Foolish Doctor… don’t you see? If casual sex is Rhodes Island’s biggest problem, then we must enforce the very opposite to see results! We must establish… competitive sex! With a ranking system, to boot! Perhaps a tournament?”

The Doctor swiveled their seat around. “I don’t know about this one, Conviction.”

“If we have a ranked sex tournament… the finalists will all have to have sex with you, Doctor!”

The Doctor spun around again. “Wait, really?! Seriously?! I get to fuck the finalists?!”

“I wouldn’t use such crass vocabulary myself,” said Conviction. “But given that you are Rhodes Island’s most valuable commander, it only makes sense to me you should have the last word in whoever should win the Golden Dildo.”

“That makes perfect sense to m—did you just say Golden Dildo with a straight face?” asked the Doctor. “Is that the kind of entity you are?”

“Then,” said Conviction, “once we have ourselves a winner, then everyone should snap out of their stupor and resume normal operations aboard the ship. It’s honestly foolproof!”

“Can you please answer my question?”

“I am from Minos, Doctor! If there is one thing we Minoans love, it’s competition!”

“That’s not what I was talking about!”

The Doctor sighed, giving Conviction a dismissive wave. “Forget it, let’s do it.”

Conviction had stars in their eyes. “Truly?! Is it time to initiate the Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex Tournament?!”

“That’s quite the mouthful,” said the Doctor, scratching the chin of his mask. “But, sure. Why not? Though if this is a tournament, we should lay down some ground rules…”

Conviction jabbed their chest with a thumb. “I nominate myself as the primary acting judge! I will gauge conviction, prowess, agility, and stickiness!”

“We should have more than one judge,” the Doctor mused. “But who else on Rhodes Island can we have on our side?”

Conviction stood at attention. “Doctor! There is one more matter we must attend to first!”

“What’s that?”

“Money! Funding! Capital!” Conviction pinched and rubbed their fingers together. “We must fund this tournament if we wish to have any hope of success! And, also… we must commission the aforementioned Golden Dildo!”

“I can’t believe you keep saying that.”

Conviction proudly puffed out their chest. “I shall source income for us! In the meantime, I request you find at least one more judge to join our panel!”

“S-Sure, I can try to do that,” said the Doctor, watching as Conviction ran out of the office without another word. After a beat, the Doctor sighed with deep uncertainty.

While it was true that Rhodes Island had been steeped in filth for quite some time now, he hadn’t realized it had become quite this dire. Even Dr. Kal’tsit was spending more time spreading her legs these days, the cobwebs all but dusted off her ancient vagina.

“Who would make an excellent judge?” The Doctor thought aloud. “Who can join our panel? Surtr? No, she’s too popular with the other operators right now. SilverAsh? Eh, he’d probably try to fuck me the entire time…”

Suddenly, the Doctor’s nose twitched, and he sneezed inside his mask.

“Gah! Gross!”

And then, a moment later…

“Bless you.”

The Doctor nearly fell out of his seat at the sudden voice. After a moment, he realized he knew exactly who had spoken.

“...Manticore? Is that you?”

Operator Manticore appeared out of thin air like a ghost, leaning against the office wall and smiling sheepishly after having given herself away. Light waves seemed to bend and tremble around her as she came into focus, appearing like outdoor refraction on a sweltering day. Like a mirage come undone.

As quickly as she’d come into focus, the trembling stopped, and left in its place was a very flustered-looking Manticore—a stealth operator composed of lilac and charcoal. She had a lethal-looking stinger sticking out of her back, albeit curled around her thigh while she leaned forward and fidgeted.

“H-Hi, Doctor,” said Manticore, clearing her throat. “Um, I… I w-would like to b-be a judge on the p-panel, if that’s okay…”

“Manticore? You?” The Doctor was dumbfounded. “So you heard the whole thing, huh? How long have you been standing there?”

“About an hour,” mumbled Manticore, pushing her pointer fingers together. “I wanted to see if you would… do something… with one of your operators.”

“Why aren’t you out there like all the others?” asked the Doctor. “You know, getting down?”

Manticore shook her head, giving the Doctor a wobbly smile. “I like to watch…”

The Doctor leaned back in his chair. “You like to watch, huh…?”

Manticore nodded. “I really like to watch…”

“...You know, this just might work out after all…”

“Doctor! Doctor!”

Conviction burst into the man’s office, hefting a very flustered Feline in a fireman’s carry.

“I found a rich cat with a million dollars, Doctor! She will gladly fund our tournament!”

Operator Jessica squeaked with worry, flailing in Conviction’s deceptively powerful grasp.

“Doctor? W-What’s going on?! What am I paying for?” asked Jessica. “W-What’s this about a tournament?!”

“Perfect!” The Doctor clapped his hands together. “Now the Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex Tournament can begin!”

“The what?!”

Manticore popped back into view with a silent wave, and before long, the quartet was ready to begin Operation Sticky Business.

It would be the most absurd battle that Rhodes Island would ever see. A battle of bodily fluids: blood, sweat, tears, and cum.

Mostly cum, though. A lot of cum.

“Let’s do this!” The Doctor gave one triumphant pelvic thrust. “It’s time for the tournament!”

Suddenly wondering how this would appear on her bank statement, Jessica cringed as she pulled out her wallet...

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“It smells like dried squid in here!”

Operator Conviction—the bombastic boxing artist from Minos—strutted around the Rhodes Island Broadcast Room with a big plan and an even bigger smile. The Doctor was here, too, and he wanted to be literally anywhere else but here.

Also joining in were operators Click and Scene, the former looking as though she hadn’t slept in a few days, and the latter looking as aloof as ever.

“You’re right,” said the Doctor, groaning at the ‘aroma’ that seemed to permeate from every surface of the broadcasting room. “It smells really rank…”

“Like cum!” said Click, her smile widening as she fiddled with her camera. She let out a quiet yawn thereafter, instilling a bit of worry from Rhodes Island’s resident Doctor.

“Are you sure you can help us?” he asked. “You look like you could use a nap.”

“If I fall asleep, I’ll have an orgasm,” said Click.

The Doctor did a double take, first looking to Scene and then Conviction to make sure he wasn’t the only one that heard that. Then, he turned back to Click with his hands on his hips.

“Fucking what?”

The Zalak happily specified. “I’m streaming right now, you know! If I doze off for even a second, my smartwatch will detect it—and it’ll send an electric jolt right to my clit! I’m trying to beat a record,” she added matter-of-factly.

The Doctor blinked with surprise behind his mask. “That sounds—are you okay?”

“No!”

Scene opened her mouth to speak. The sloth girl received everyone’s attention.

It took her five minutes to say it.

“H e l l o. D o c t o r.”

“Hi,” said the Doctor, before turning back to Conviction with a clap of his hands. “We’re off to an amazing start, quite frankly.”

“You jest,” said Conviction, “but worry not, Doctor dear! When all’s said and done, you’ll have found this to be a master plan!”

“I sure hope so…”

A few days had passed since Conviction and the Doctor had set the groundwork for the competition to come. With some funding from a very on-board and definitely-not-being-forced-to-do-this Jessica, it was time to begin the Rhodes Island Sex Competition—a plan that, in Conviction’s eyes, would solve the landship’s rampant libido problem.

“We need to make an announcement,” said Conviction. “Now, then… who among us shall do the deed?!”

“Ooh! Maybe I can,” said Click, quickly nodding if only to keep herself awake. “I’m used to giving announcements and reading out chat! I can definitely do it, Doctor!”

“Sure,” he said. “Knock yourself out.”

“I can’t knock myself out—I’ll cum!”

“You don’t have to say that every time!”

With a flirtatious giggle, operator Click made a beeline for the central intercom. Normally, this device was kept under lock and key, and, in fact, it was much more difficult to enter this room on account of its guards.

But all the guards were too busy screwing somewhere else. Thus, Click did as she insisted, pushing the button on the intercom system to make her big announcement…

At the same time, Yato and Noir Corne were trying to fuck.

They hadn’t screwed in about an hour, which was frankly longer than Yato could bear. Noir Corne almost got away—on account of his poor hips—but the girl was faster. She was a Fast Redeploy specialist, after all.

“You’re really insatiable,” said Noir Corne, “huh?”

She practically dragged him into a supply closet—one that already smelled like it’d been used a few times—and shuffled out of her clothes to get things going between them. Noir Corne followed suit, dropping his pants in no time and losing the boxers, too.

“Don’t forget,” he said, “the mask stays ON during sex.”

Yato scoffed. “Take the mask off for a change—I want to kiss.”

“Too bad. Not happening.”

“Noir Corne,” said Yato, raising her voice, “take the mask off!”

“Nope! I need it,” he cried. “It’s protection!”

Yato hissed. “I don’t want protection!”

“Just—hey, take it easy!”

Noir Corne had to settle her down somehow. He opted to grab the woman’s arms and wrestle her off him, turning her around to bend her over a large cardboard box.

That got her to settle down somewhat. Yato kept her own mask on—but she was stark naked from the neck down, and she bit her lip as she wiggled her bare ass back and forth.

Noir Corne was impressed. She was already soaking wet.

He pressed a middle finger to Yato’s sodden snatch, prompting the shorter Oni to let out a muffled groan.

“Fuck me already,” she rasped. “Take me just like this. Like we’re animals…”

“Good lord,” said Noir Corne. “I wish you were like this back in the day—would have made for some interesting stakeouts, that’s for sure…”

“Shut up,” said Yato, and she bumped her butt against Noir Corne’s crotch. “Take me already, will you? Don’t make me ask again!”

The man shrugged his shoulders before obliging his rancorous squad leader. He kept one large hand on Yato’s hip, using the other to guide his cock right against her wet and waiting entrance. Yato groaned, trying to grind back against her squad’s protector. Anything to scratch that itch inside her core. Anything to feel the man’s thick, throbbing cock batter against her defenses—to leave her shaking, breathless, and weak.

Noir Corne slid his cock past Yato’s folds. He lanced her in one fluid motion, and as soon as he made himself at home, he started pumping his hips back and forth, in and out, over and over again against her own. He sank in easily. She was so wet as to be well-lubricated.

The motion and rhythm were intimately and immediately familiar to Yato, who stayed bent over the large cardboard box and was already drooling from how she was being taken.

She and Noir Corne have slept together enough times that he knew exactly what she loved—what she liked to hear and have done to her. As always, Noir Corne would oblige his stern little leader.

He certainly would have obliged her more if someone hadn’t just walked in.

It was a horrid reminder that the supply closet didn’t have a lock on the inside. He was just about to reach up and pull Yato’s hair when Blemishine burst in—holding Eunectes’ hand and appearing suddenly flustered from what she just walked into.

“Oh, no!” the Kuranta cried, releasing Eunectes’ hand to cover her own eyes. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t know this was occupied!”

“Hey,” Noir Corne said casually, nodding toward the pair from the engineering department. “Can you give me, like, ten minutes?”

“It’s usually five,” Yato muttered.

“Hey, shut up! No it’s not!”

Eunectes cleared her throat. “It’s no problem. We can just find another room.”

She cast a smile toward Blemishine, who blushed beet red and nodded in agreement. Then she closed the door to leave the Oni pair to their devices.

Eunectes once again took Blemishine by the hand and left, fully intending on riding this horse even if it was the last thing she’d ever do. A glimpse of the immense bulge in the Kuranta’s pants was more than enough to make her salivate. This was the perfect opportunity to show Blemishine just what exactly she was capable of.

“Maybe in here,” said Eunectes, and she pushed open a door leading into one of Rhodes Island’s restrooms.

“A public bathroom?” Blemishine winced. “What if someone walks in?”

“You mean like how we just did?”

“G-Good point, I guess, but—!”

“No buts,” said the Pythia. “You can’t get much work done when you’re that pent up, right? I want to help you, Maria. Let me help you…”

Maria Nearl gulped. Now that they were in the restroom, she could better study herself in the wall-length mirror perched just above the row of sinks. Eunectes was right—the girl was very pent up. She could see her telltale bulge throb and strain against the fabric of her pants. She desperately needed relief, and she needed it badly.

“This is all your f-fault,” Blemishine muttered, still blushing intensely. “If you h-hadn’t bent over, this wouldn’t have—!”

“I know,” said Eunectes, tail swaying back and forth as she slyly licked her lips. “It’s all my fault. So let me take responsibility for it, alright?”

And take responsibility, she did! Eunectes always put on a bit of a show for Blemishine, and this moment was no different. She effortlessly hefted up the flustered Kuranta and sat her on the bathroom counter only moments before fixing to get those pants off.

Blemishine shrieked with surprise at being lifted so suddenly. Once she saw Eunectes was trying to get her pants off, she lifted her butt from the counter to help her. The buttons were plucked free; the zipper was pulled down…

And just like that, Blemishine’s massive cock was freed from its cloth prison. It sprang up so quickly that it almost gave Eunectes a black eye, and the Pythia started drooling at the sight—and smell—of Maria Nearl’s massive shaft.

“What a bountiful harvest,” she remarked. “I’m going to savor every last inch of you.”

Maria gulped. Her cock twitched right in front of Eunectes’ face. Swollen, rigid, pulsing, and begging for attention.

“I didn’t shower yet,” she lamented. “S-So I smell, you know—!”

Eunectes scoffed. “Good.”

Suddenly, Eunectes took half the Kuranta’s length down her throat—and Maria moaned aloud from the sudden spike of pleasure.

“Ooh!” A gasp caught in Maria’s throat. The Pythia found more and more ways to surprise her; she certainly didn’t expect the snake girl to nearly unhinge her jaw and take her down halfway as she did. Blemishine’s rod was thick and meaty, and she sometimes had trouble taking care of herself because of it. Fortunately, it appeared Eunectes was up for the challenge.

Without a care in the world, Eunectes started fellating Blemishine’s cock in earnest, keeping her hands on either side of the girl’s legs, planting her palms squarely on the bathroom counter while she bobbed her head up and down.

Blemishine had a feeling that someone was going to come into the bathroom before long. Like with Yato and Noir Corne, they would be interrupted. She didn’t think she had the willpower to even break away and leave after this. Eunectes’ throat felt far too good for a mere pause in their proximity!

Eunectes moaned as she moved her head back and forth, up and down, over and over again. She drooled over Blemishine’s cock as she sucked it with gusto, eyes sealed shut to focus on the enormous task at hand. Felt the Kuranta’s thick dick pulse and twitch between her slick, shining lips.

Blemishine, on the other hand, was on cloud nine.

She hadn’t ever felt a pleasure like this before. Her chest rose and fell with her heavy breathing, suddenly thinking about all the places she could enjoy Eunectes like this. Beyond just this day, she wanted to take the snake woman in the engineering room foremost—then perhaps Eunectes’ dorm room; Blemishine always wanted to know what it looked like on the inside. She wondered how big the girl’s bed was to accommodate a thick tail like that, and she wondered if there was room for her beneath its covers.

Before she knew it, Eunectes’ sucking grew louder and more assertive. Blemishine leaned in and put her hands on the Pythia’s head for leverage, moaning and whimpering from the lustful onslaught. Eunectes’ tongue was so slick, so hot and wet, that Blemishine could hardly even believe it. It felt almost supernatural to endure something like this.

“E-Eunectes!” Blemishine whined, screwing her eyes shut. “I’m, I’m gonna—!”

The serpentine operator was prepared. She took Blemishine’s cock all the way to its base and took the Kuranta’s shallow, eager pumps. Blemishine used a hand to cover her mouth, muffling those loud moans of hers while she reached her orgasm.

In just a few pumps, Eunectes’ mouth was full to bursting with pearly white spunk, and the Pythia was all too happy to drink down every drop of the Blemishine’s hot, sticky seed. She gulped loudly, moaning as she swallowed it all down, feeling lustful and diligent and happy to have helped a coworker as charming and well-endowed as Blemishine.

Blemishine, who looked down dizzily with stars in her eyes at what Eunectes had just done for her. The Pythia pulled her mouth off Blemishine’s slick, wet cock in no time— pop!— and she looked up at the Kuranta with a cum-stained smile.

“Ah… I’ve… got it all,” said Eunectes, panting softly. “That was quite the exercise…”

“I love you,” Blemishine blurted.

“Um, what?”

“Marry me please,” whimpered the flustered Kuranta. “I mean, um…! Thank you! Thank you, Eunectes!”

“You’re welcome,” said Eunectes, chuckling softly after licking her lips. “Just so you know… you may call me by my given name—Zumama—if you like.”

“M-Mama?”

“Not quite…”

Eunectes leaned in to plant a soft kiss against the head of Blemishine’s still-hard cock, causing the Kuranta to gasp in surprise and sensitivity.

“That was quite the fast round, however,” said Eunectes. “Do you have more in you?”

“Yes! Yes I do!” said Blemishine, frenzied.

At last someone entered the public restroom, making Blemishine pout with frustration. She meekly tried to hide herself—to cover up with both hands—but it was all for naught. She was too big for it to work out that way.

The entrant was someone Blemishine recognized: operator Aak. The scraggly Feline lurched into the restroom quickly, obviously spotting Blemishine and Eunectes, yet not giving them anything more than a passing glance.

“Um, excuse me?” asked Blemishine. “We’re in the middle of—!”

Suddenly, Aak turned his head to yell over his shoulder. “THIS’LL WORK, GUYS!” he announced. “WE CAN USE THIS BATHROOM!”

Blemishine gawked as, before she knew it, operators Hung and Waai Fu came in as well. The former was leading the latter in by the waist; Waai Fu was sweating and shifty-eyed, the fur over her skin and tail looking more frazzled and fluffy than Blemishine had ever seen it before.

Waai Fu groaned as soon as she spotted Blemishine and Eunectes canoodling on the counter. “Aak,” she said, “there are people here!”

“Uh, yeah? So what?” said Aak. “They can watch if they wanna—but the sooner we screw that heat outta ya, the better!”

“I’m with Aak on this one,” said Hung, giving Blemishine and Eunectes an apologetic smile as he used one hand to guide the blushing Feline into an open bathroom stall. He used his other hand to palm his own crotch, its size significantly obvious at the forefront of his tight-fitting trousers.

“Hang on a second! This is g-getting to be a little crowded,” said Blemishine. “Two more people—that’s a bit much, but three?!”

“Find your own bathroom, then!” said Aak.

“Th-This is a public restroom!” Blemishine shot back. “You should leave!”

Waai Fu hissed. “Both of you, no fighting! Aak, Hung,” she said, jerking her thumb toward the open toilet stall, “get over here and spitroast me, already!”

The Perro dropped his pants, appearing just as hung as his namesake. “Already on it.”

“Hey bro,” said Aak, “nice cock!”

Blemishine went red in the face. Again she opened her mouth to speak, but that was when the public bathroom door opened once more.

This time, she nearly shrieked with embarrassment, covering her face with both hands when she noticed that Margaret Nearl—her very own sister—strutted into the bathroom with operators Shining and Nightingale in tow.

The former was wheeling the latter in on a wheelchair, and Nightingale was even dressed lightly in a medical gown, as though she just returned—or was perhaps taken?—from the Rhodes Island Medical Center. Evidently, the blonde Sarkaz hadn’t a care. She wanted Nearl dick. It was written all over her face, even as she swept her gaze throughout the public restroom with a shy smile.

“Oh… oh, my,” was all she said.

“This is more crowded than I thought,” said Margaret, finally noticing Blemishine as she walked to the center of the room. “Maria, is that you?”

The still-seated Kuranta squeaked. “Eek!”

“Whoa,” said Aak, “now it’s a party!”

“This is getting rather out of hand,” said Eunectes.

“Perhaps we should find another room,” Shining suggested. “Though this was the closest, now I feel more than a little embarrassed…”

“Hey, Blemishine,” said Aak, “can you take off your shirt?”

“N-No!” yelled Blemishine.

“Do not ask that of my sister again,” Nearl said sternly. She quickly tore her pants off with one tug, prompting Nightingale’s eyes to pop right out of her skull.

Waai Fu hissed aloud. “WILL SOMEBODY PLEASE FUCK ME ALREADY?!”

The bathroom door opened. Durin waltzed right on in.

She blinked tiredly as she came toward the center of the room, allowing her sleepy eyes to carry over everybody else. Those who were suddenly staring at her like a piece of meat.

Then, of course, Durin’s eyes locked right onto the largest thing in the room.

Margaret Nearl’s dick.

The little Durin softly gasped, pointing with a sleeved hand toward the abominable snake that nearly reached the floor.

“Cock and balls,” Durin announced, trembling like a leaf in the wind. “Big danger. This is where I die…!”

And before anyone could say anything else at all, the Rhodes Island Central Intercom chirped with its telltale jingle. It was, of course, a message for all aboard the ship to hear.

“HELLO EVERYONE!” Those who knew operator Click immediately knew that it was her voice. “The doctor and I have an important announcement to make! All registered operators must come to the auditorium immediately for an emergency meeting! This is not a drill! I hope to see you all there soon! The fate of the landship depends on it!”

From her spot back inside the broadcasting room, Click and the others could just hear a collective clamor from the landship.

Dozens of people sighed at once, dozens more groaned, grunted, and growled with frustration and indignation. That they were being interrupted for something like this—amidst coitus, no less—was more than likely to ruffle some feathers. The Doctor knew he was pulling lovers apart; that operators were being made to leave beds and closets to come gather, as a collective, in one giant room on the ship.

“This is for the best,” he said, turning to Conviction, “right?”

“But of course!” The (alleged) Liberi put their hands on their hips, beaming a smile so wide it could light up the room. “As I said before, Doctor, this nonsensical casual sex will be the downfall of Rhodes Island unless we turn this entire charade into competitive coitus—with accompanying ranks!”

“T h i s… s e e m s… a… b i t… s i l l y…” said Scene, even though it took her almost ten minutes to speak her mind.

“Worry not! And you, Doctor! If all else fails, you may at least rest easy knowing we did not spend a single coin for the trouble!”

The Doctor turned to Jessica, who had been watching the monitors all this time. At that moment, the flustered Feline gasped and pointed at the row of screens.

“E-Everyone!” she announced. “Come, look at this!”

The others gathered around Jessica, turning their attention to the spread of monitors showing off various nooks, crannies, and corridors of the landship.

Click gasped. Scene was agape. The Doctor was stunned, and even Conviction was thrown for a loop.

On each screen, on every live feed, was the visage of incredibly distressing Rhodes Island operators.

Liberi with their feathers missing.

Sarkaz with their horns broken.

Sankta with their halos bent and twisted.

Lupus with their tails bitten or bandaged…

For lack of a more apt description, everyone on Rhodes Island looked like some kind of sex zombie. They even shambled down to the auditorium like mindless drones, drooling or otherwise covered in obscene fluids while they thrust themselves down the hall.

Jessica shrieked, covering her eyes when she recognized her coworkers Franka and Liskarm—or what was left of them, anyway. Liskarm’s horns had lost their twinkle and sheen, appearing utterly filthy and coated—like the rest of her—in what seemed like a white substance. Franka was wearing a full-body leather outfit and holding a whip in one hand, using the other to hold Liskarm’s, leading her down to the auditorium.

The lust-addled operators hardly clothed themselves as they walked. Some didn’t bother to wear shoes, some didn’t bother to wear pants, and some, like Utage, were simply naked and strutting ahead while leaving a pearly-white trail to follow.

Conviction huffed, brows knit with worry. “My word… this is worse than I thought! It’s a horde of horny vagrants, Doctor!”

“E-Everyone looks horrible!” cried Jessica. “My teammates… they all look like they’ve just b-been… doing each other for days without rest!”

“They probably have,” Click mused.

“Kal’tsit… Warfarin… Folinic… all covered in bite marks, claw marks, and cum stains,” said the Doctor, shoulders tensing. “It’s too dangerous to go to the auditorium. We’ll have to use the projector screen. Click—help me with this!”

“Wow, nice tits!”

At the threshold to the auditorium, operator Jackie couldn’t stop herself. She came up behind Dur-nar and fondled the instructor’s breasts, causing the Vulpo to gasp in surprise.

“Hey!” Dur-nar scoffed. “Easy there, Perro. These aren’t chew toys!”

“Why aren’t you wearing a shirt, Dur-nar?”

“Why aren’t I wearing a shirt? Why aren’t you wearing pants?”

Jackie grinned, looking down at herself and cherishing her stunning lack of pants and underwear. “There’s no point in wearing pants if we’re just going to get them off again!”

A few other operators had the same idea. Mountain and Matterhorn were comparing sizes just inside the auditorium walkway, getting a few operators to stop, stare, and take notes. Schwarz kept Ceylon in proximity at all times, though it seemed like the two were about to go at it at any moment.

Andreana gulped nervously. Her back was against the wall, and Gladiia was leaning over her with a hand on the partition, glaring her down like a morsel to be swallowed.

“What should we do with this one?” the Aegir asked aloud. Specter came up with a knowing grin, leaving Skadi to approach from the other side. The sniper was trapped.

“Can she handle all three of us?” asked Specter with a toothy smile. Skadi herself said nothing, only leering at Andreana and undressing the woman with her deep red eyes.

“Um…!” Andreana trembled beneath the gazes of all three Abyssal Hunters, suddenly wondering if she would ever walk again after they all had a turn with her body. “Hang on a minute, you three… I think we should wait until after the announcement to—!”

Just then, a loud noise filled the auditorium. All heads turned to the immense projector screen that came out from the ceiling, and before anyone could hazard a guess as to the true purpose of this visit…

Blip!

The Doctor of Rhodes Island suddenly appeared on screen, and everyone went quiet.

Back in the broadcast room of the ship, the man cleared his throat and looked through his mask at the rolling camera, held up by a quietly yawning Click.

“Um. Fuck.”

His voice echoed out in the theater.

Um. Fuck. Um. Fuck. Um. Fuck.

The man realized he did not know how to put it. How best to phrase their circumstances. He knew all eyes were on him now, yet he was at a loss.

“So,” said the Doctor, steeping his fingers. “Um. You guys are having a lot of—!”

And just like that, CONVICTION POPPED UP ON SCREEN!

“RHODES ISLAND COMPETITIVE RANKED SEX!” they shouted, scaring and worrying nearly half the auditorium on the other side of the ship. “Everyone, good morning!”

“Conviction!” said the Doctor. “It’s 1 PM!”

“Bah, it’s morning somewhere!” Conviction winked at the camera lens, giving every frazzled and ragged operator in the auditorium an eyeful of enthusiasm. “Friends! Romans! Countrymen! Lend me your ears! I come to bury your libido, not to praise it! Indeed, you heard me right! This is the formal announcement for the Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex Tournament!”

“What,” said Fiammetta, “the hell are they talking about?”

Mostima giggled. “A sex competition, huh? This could be interesting…”

Someone else piped up. “Are they serious right now?”

And then another. “Whoa, no way…”

Conviction continued—full of, well, conviction!

“I can hear your confusion from here. Well, let me tell you, this is real! It’s no secret that Rhodes Island has become a raft of depravity; that we’ve gone from a working station to a not safe for working station! Well, have you ever wondered just whom among you is the very best of the best at sex? Worry no longer!” Conviction slapped the table hard enough to rattle it. “The competition will begin shortly! And you had better believe, friends, that there is more compensation to be found here! BEHOLD!”

It was about the size of a police baton and appeared just as deadly. Pure gold and plastered plainly on a pedestal: a shiny glimmering dildo that twinkled like the dickens. I challenge you to say that five times fast.

“THE GOLDEN DILDO!” yelled Conviction. “THIS COULD BE YOURS!”

The audience was thoroughly impressed. Some people leaned in to get a better look. Surtr was salivating. Estelle was enamored. Nobody in the auditorium was immune to wanting a piece of that thing.

Conviction continued yelling, prompting the Doctor to inch out of the camera’s frame and circle around to the monitors beside Jessica to gauge everyone’s interest.

Conviction laid out the rules out loud for everyone to be aware of.

1. To score points, participants must be in teams of two or more. Masturbation does NOT count!

2. Those involved in the match will decide the victory requirements. (e.g. whoever “finishes” last wins, last person left standing, etc.)

3. Participants MUST film themselves and email all submissions to [email protected] for grading.

4. Items such as dildos, aphrodisiacs, bondage, and other sexy things are allowed—even encouraged.

“…and the better you do,” said Conviction, “the more points you gain, the higher chance you’ll end up a high-tier sex maniac! Nay, the CEO OF SEX!”

“What?” the Doctor deadpanned. But it was too late. Conviction was holding up a poster he hadn’t even known about:

“We’ll see who ends up on top,” said Conviction. “Remember—you can only score points if you’re on film, and if you’re in a party of at least two people! Email your submissions and you could be the one to win the coveted GOLDEN DILDO!”

To the Doctor’s surprise, the crowd was excited.

Very excited.

Some of these operators—who have been with him through thick and thin—were salivating at the prospect of being labeled as the CEO of Sex. He saw a lot of hard dicks and wet pussies in the audience, leaving him truly agog.

Jessica blushed beet red at the audience’s reaction. It looked as though more than half of Rhodes’ operators were ready to hit the ground running and take off humping everything in sight. Even Dr. Kal’tsit seemed to be taking notes at lightning speed, looking around to find worthy allies and opponents to assist her with securing that Golden Dildo.

“Oh, and to spice this all up,” said Conviction, now brandishing a briefcase. “Not only will the winner receive the aforementioned Golden Dildo, but…”

At that moment, Conviction busted the briefcase open, showing that it was lined from top to bottom with crisp blue bills.

“You will also win this! ONE MILLION LUNGMEN DOLLARS!”

It was pure pocket change for Jessica, who could only shake her head and sigh as everyone in the audience seemed more pumped than ever before. Now they could win a golden dildo AND a million dollars! Their hips were ready for thrusting!

“What are you waiting for?!” yelled Conviction, pointing beyond the camera’s frame. “The Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex tournament is officially a go! GET OUT THERE AND SHOW US HOW YOU MOVE THOSE HIPS!”

A gunshot rang out in the audience, followed by the sound of air horns. In the next moment, there was a full-blown stampede. Everyone took off running; every Rhodes Island operator with a pelvis to thrust was suddenly thrust into this absurd sex competition—and someone was going to win.

Jessica and the Doctor were left flabbergasted as the auditorium was emptied in no time. The landship cruised gently over the salted, sandy earth. There would be minimal navigation while everyone rocked the boat.

A mysterious thumping sound echoed throughout the ship. There was the sound of heavy footsteps and uproarious yelling. The Doctor turned to look at Conviction as the cameras went off, and the scheming boxing artist chuckled as though they’d won.

“How did you convince them so easily?” asked the Doctor.

Conviction grinned. “I hardly needed to do much convincing, Doctor! Those sex fiends were not unlike a stack of powder kegs. All I did was light the match, so to speak!”

“Why are you having them email videos when Manticore and Ethan can just—?”

Conviction held up their forefinger. “I am way ahead of you, Doctor! Like this, we can tire them out even more so! And besides, we cannot expect Manticore to watch every single corner of this landship, yes? Though she may do so if she wishes, it would serve well to have a second opinion!”

The Doctor sighed. “You scare me a little, Conviction…”

Conviction stood right between Jessica and the Doctor, watching the monitors as participants already began setting things up for what would assuredly be a fuck for the ages. “They’ll go harder,” said Conviction. “Faster, more aggressively… yes!”

Conviction clapped their hands together with a wicked grin.

“All according to plan,” they said. “ALL according to plan! Ha ha ha~!”

Chapter Text

“Are you ready to get your back blown out?”

Fiammetta made a face at Mostima’s question. It was, without a doubt, the absolute worst way she’d ever been propositioned in her life.

Sometimes she was shocked she put up with this nonsense at all, but she’d known Mostima for far too long by this point. The Fallen Sankta simply had a way with words, even if it was, more often than not, a way most deplorable.

Fiammetta sighed. “I’m not phrasing it like that,” she said, “but I am ready to begin, yes.”

“Are you sure?” asked Mostima, who smiled smugly from her place on the couch. She stretched her arms up and her legs down to take all the space in the dorm room furnishing, casting a sideways glance to the camera that Fiammetta set up on the other side of the room. “‘Cause you sound a little uncomfortable.”

“Of course I’m uncomfortable,” said Fiammetta. “Don’t you hear that?”

“Hear what?” asked Mostima.

Fiammetta held up her forefinger to silence the Fallen Sankta. A hush fell over the room, though it wasn’t as if complete and utter quiet was necessary. They didn’t need to focus their hearing—that was definitely the sound of someone having their brains fucked out in the next room.

Mostima’s mouth fell open, unsure how she didn’t hear it before. The telltale moaning. The rhythmic thumping. It was a quiet gasp that turned into a wide smile as she realized what was going on. No doubt someone else had the same idea to make a little video for the Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex Competition at this moment, and whoever it was, they just so happened to reside just next door. “Thats awesome,” said Mostima.

“It’s not awesome!” Fiammetta shot back. “I won’t be able to concentrate if they’re being so loud!”

“What’s the big deal? Just think of it as, like, having porn in the background or something,” said Mostima. Her smile doubled in size, and her spade-tipped tail swayed back and forth like a metronome. “I think I know who’s getting fucked. That voice is familiar to me…”

“Ugh, ignore them. Just focus,” said Fiammetta.

Mostima scoffed. “Focus, shmocus! Why don’t you focus on not cumming in less than two minutes this time?”

Fiammetta winced. “I-I told you, I’m just sensitive! How many times are you going to make me say it?”

Mostima smirked. “Dunno. How many times are you gonna cum before you even take me down to the knuckle?”

Fiammetta got red in the face. Mostima certainly loved to tease her, but this was taking things a tad too far. Moreover, she hated that Mostima was right; that she was a bit of a quickshot when it came to intimacy—no matter who she seemed to do it with.

“M-My speed shouldn’t cause us any inconveniences,” said Fiammetta, flustered as could be.

“Oh? You sure?” asked Mostima, sitting up and licking her lips. Fiammetta shuddered as she watched it happen; watched the aloof Fallen Sankta slide her tongue against those smirking lips of hers, getting them nice and wet for what was to come.

“Ugh, you’re being even more insufferable than usual lately!” said Fiammetta. “Do you want to have sex for this stupid competition or not?!”

“I dunno anymore,” said Mostima, yawning dramatically. “Maybe I should pop in next door and play unicorn for those two instead; make a real exciting home movie! What do you think, Fia? Should I do that instead?”

“No way!” Fiammetta stomped forward bitterly. “I pulled you out of an assignment for this, so you’d better—!”

Mostima waggled an eyebrow before interrupting. “Pulled me out, huh? Now there’s something different. Usually, that never happens when you get beneath me…”

Fiammetta groaned. “Just for once in your life, could you PLEASE stop being such an ENORMOUS pain in the ass and—!”

“Hey, I’m never a pain in the ass!” said Mostima. “You haven’t let me do anal yet!”

“MOSTIMA, I SWEAR TO GOD, I’M GOING TO KICK YOUR ASS!”

Snap.

It happened so suddenly that the wind was knocked out of her. In one second, Fiammetta was standing upright. In the next second, she was on her knees and having the most intense orgasm of her life.

Her eyes went wide with what Mostima thought was a devilishly attractive mixture of fear and arousal, and she looked down at the unbelievable mess she’d made on the floor between her quivering knees—a mess of glistening girlcum; some stuck to her inner thighs, the rest having painted the ground of their shared dorm room.

“Quae est infernum?!” Fiammetta’s lips trembled as she cursed. “W-W-What the fuck?!”

Mostima chuckled easily, holding up her fingers to show off that she definitely did just snap them. But if that’s true, then what could have happened to Fiammetta just now? The fiery Liberi looked up with surprise, unable to even comprehend what Mostima had just done to her.

“D-D-Did I just cum?!” she asked, feeling shocked beyond belief.

“You sure did,” said Mostima. “And all I had to do was snap my fingers to make you squirt. Ah~ I know your body so well, don’t I?”

Fiammetta winced as she looked back down at the mess on the floor. The mess that had undoubtedly squirted out of her. Her panties hung loosely around her ankle; she’d been bottomless before this incident, of course, but this was something entirely different.

“M-My body,” Fiammetta whined. “My body is…”

She slumped forward. Her legs felt like jelly, and she couldn’t stand up. All she could do was kneel there, feeling pathetic and submissive as Mostima stood up from the couch and walked right over, already working to remove those tight pants of hers.

“W-What did you d-do to me?” Fiammetta asked. “What did you do to me?! H-How did you m-make me… with just…?!”

“Hey, Fia,” said Mostima, “do you remember the last time you had that wicked make-out session with Lemuen? How you came when she touched your leg?”

“H-HOW DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THAT?!” Fiammetta was mortified. “D-Did she tell you?!”

Mostima smiled smugly. “She didn’t have to. I was there, Fia. I was there the entire time.”

“But how?”

“Really? You need me to spell it out for you?” asked Mostima. She crouched down, so she was eye level with her Liberi lover, dipping her fingertips into the juice on the ground before popping the stained digits into her mouth, tasting Fiammetta’s mess. “I’ve been affecting your perception of time whenever you were getting off! That way, it always looks like you’re blasting off at the slightest touch! My little quickshot chicken!” Then she gestured to herself. “It was me, Fia! It was always me!”

Fiammetta was aghast. Her eyes were wide, and she struggled to pick her jaw up from the ground. She’d had a hair trigger for as long as she could remember—and for as long as she could remember, she’d known Mostima. The implication was clear: Mostima had been affecting her physical romances even all the way back in Laterano. Mostima had been present for almost all the Liberi’s lewd moments; she’d been affecting her libido all this time?! Words failed her.

“You’d better run,” said Fiammetta, scowling. “When I get my hands on you, Mostima, I’m going to—!”

“Ah ah ah!” Mostima held up her hand again, gesturing like she was about to snap her fingers once more. “Remember—I can control when and how you cum for me. I’ve been doing it for years, and I’ll be doing it for a whole lot more.”

“Th-That’s evil!” Fiammetta could hardly believe what she was hearing. “What the hell is your problem?!”

Mostima shrugged. “What can I say? I’ve trained your body well! I hardly even need to slow time down anymore!”

She reached out and cupped Fiammetta’s chin, snickering even as Fiammetta glared daggers at her. “Sorry, Fia. I’m a naughty girl—you know that. What do you say I make it up to you, then?”

“H-How could you possibly make up for something like this?! You had Lemuen believe I was… I was too fast!”

“I’m sure she still had fun!”

“Mostima, damn it!”

“Come on, Fia~ let me make it up to you! I promise, by the time the night is over… you’ll be singing my name like it’s your favorite song!”

Fiammetta opened her mouth to speak again, only to gasp and moan as Mostima started rubbing her bare, sopping wet snatch. “Fuck,” she groaned.

“That’s the idea,” said Mostima, keeping her naughty smile. “Don’t worry, Fia. We’re going to make up for lost time—mark my words…”

Fiammetta gulped. That sounded a bit too ominous for her liking.

“Camera’s rolling? Good,” said Mostima. “Here we go…”

Snap!

Rhodes Island did not move. The entire landship was at a standstill. The gears hadn’t turned. Originium engines were growing cold—a stark contrast to the writhing, shaking, bouncing bodies all aboard the massive vessel.

It was an absolute fuckfest in every sense of the word. News of Rhodes Island’s Competitive Ranked Sex Competition had reached every nook and cranny of the enormous ship. No one was safe. Almost everyone was glad to take part, because only one operator was going to win the coveted Golden Dildo.

(And, of course, the million dollars. That was a fairly thick incentive, too.)

Cameras set up all throughout Rhodes Island got every minute of the spine-tingling, toe-curling action. It was absolute madness. The once-sterile hallways of the pharmaceutical company were littered with blankets, clothes, and used condoms. Conference rooms were set up to contain orgies; supply closets for utility and storage were used for quickies; the cafeteria contained hot and ready operators of various classes and stations, bent over tables and chairs and ready to take dick at a moment’s notice. In fact, the Rhodes Island cafeteria contained one of the largest orgies by body count—a staggering sixty people were in attendance. You couldn’t walk five feet without slipping on semen.

The closest dorm room to the cafeteria was being used by Andreana, who was currently too unconscious to do or say much of anything. The poor girl had passed out, but that didn’t stop Rhodes’ Abyssal Hunters from using her to their hearts’ content. They didn’t care that she couldn’t last as long as they did. All that mattered was that she was the cutest little cuttlefish they’d ever seen, and she made for a wonderful cock sleeve. Gladiia groaned as she pushed her cock down Andreana’s throat. Meanwhile, Skadi and Specter both occupied the space of Andreana’s wet, well-used pussy; she came so much around their shafts that the bedsheets were drenched through, seizing up and creaming herself even in her knocked-out state.

Of course, Andreana wasn’t the only one who had passed out during these festivities. Operator Tomimi was halfway there, taking Gavial’s fat cock up her back door, whimpering and drooling as the medical doctor treated her to a special kind of suppository.

“Come on! Throw it back, Tomimi!” cried Gavial. “Show me what that fat ass of yours can do!”

Tomimi could hardly respond in any known language. All she could do was continue to moan and drool all over herself, her giant tail hefted up by Gavial as the green-haired doctor plowed her ass from behind again and again, rocking their hips together and causing the bed beneath them to creak and groan in rhythm to their “lovemaking.”

“This, ngh, fat ass of yours… it’s been ticking me off for long enough!” said Gavial. “What’s your excuse, huh?!”

“S-Sorry, Gavial! I’m s-sorry my ass is so f-fat!” cried Tomimi, managing to speak despite being on the cusp of fainting. The sensation of Gavial’s mighty dick pumping in and out of her gaping asshole was enough to have Tomimi seeing stars, and she jerked forward with every hard thrust from Gavial just behind her. Tomimi clutched the pillow right in front of her, shaking from the pleasure, feeling Gavial’s cock twitch and throb against her anal cavity.

Then, without warning—just like last time—Gavial came. She grunted and growled as she filled Tomimi’s well-used butt with more of that hot, gooey spunk she loved so much, and Tomimi arched her back with a moan as she came from anal sex for the third time today.

Despite their shared climax, however, Gavial wasn’t keen on letting Tomimi rest. Not while they had a competition to win.

“Fuck yeah, that’s the good stuff!” said Gavial. She sighed with relief as she pulled her thick, messy cock out of Tomimi’s anus, and she smacked it against the timid girl’s bubble butt like she was banging a drum. “Ha! You’re gonna look PREGNANT by the time I’m done with you, Tomimi! Now wiggle your juicy butt for the camera! Just like that—good girl!”

“Warning… c-critical error… f-found in hard disk…”

In another room on the landship, operator Ptilopsis was taking Saria for a ride.

The hulking Vouivre chuckled as she spanked Ptilopsis’ ass, squeezing and kneading the girl’s perky butt while she thrust up into her, over and over again, relishing the sight of the bite marks she left on the bird girl’s throat.

“That’s, hah, a fun way to say that I’m fucking your brains out,” said Saria, smiling at the Liberi who was bouncing and grunting on her lap. “You wanna keep going, Joyce?”

“A-Affirmative,” said Ptilopsis, nodding as she stared at Saria with those big, orange eyes of hers. “C-Confirming parameters… operator Ptilopsis… hoot… is now in Slut Mode. System nexus integrity is at… hoot… sixty-nine percent and falling…”

Then she tipped her head back with a loud hoot and an even louder whimper. “You’re b-breaking my mind,” said Ptilopsis. “I can’t… I can’t handle your size…”

“You can handle it, Joyce,” said Saria, gritting her teeth as she slammed Ptilopsis’ waifish body down on her cock over and over again, spearing the poor little bird with reckless abandon. “Come on, you’re doing great…”

Operator Silence could only agree. She stood beside both of her colleagues and took notes on a clipboard, blushing beet red as she watched Saria pound Ptilopsis’ poor little pussy again and again. It was a minor miracle that Ptilopsis hadn’t broken outright. Saria’s dick was enormous, and Saria knew just how mind-splitting it could be to take that brutish weapon deep inside without adequate preparation.

“I think you two should switch positions after the next orgasm,” said Silence, clearing her throat as her pen glided across the paper sheet. “Then, Joyce, I think the audience would really enjoy watching you and I give Saria a double blowjob. How does that sound to you?”

Ptilopsis could hardly respond. Sparks shot out of her ears as she quickened her bouncing on Saria’s monster cock, the camera behind Saria’s shoulder doing an excellent job of capturing the giant bulge that formed beneath Ptilopsis’ navel every time she gleefully took that dick.

“You really are breaking her mind,” Silence mused. “Let’s hope she has a recent backup…”

She came forward and shared a deep, loving kiss with Saria, and Saria never stopped thrusting into Ptilopsis’ wet, clenching pussy the entire time. Even when Silence pulled away and admired the string of saliva that connected their lips together, Saria grunted and moaned as she spanked and kneaded Ptilopsis’ ass, taking her repeatedly on her lap, watching her monster cock vanish inside the owl girl’s pussy.

“I will supply us with energy-boosting supplements,” said Silence, trying to steady her breathing as she reached in her skirt to adjust her damp panties. “Please continue to use Ptilopsis’ body for your sexual gratification.”

Saria groaned. “Sure thing, Dr. Silence… fuck, she feels so good…”

Ptilopsis’ orange eyes glowed. “Genital… moisture index… increasing by… hoot… nineteen percent… maintaining tightness… thank you for f-fucking me, Saaaria…”

“Oh man, this is… this is getting out of hand…”

The Doctor’s gaze swept from left to right. He was standing in what must have been the absolute messiest hallway he’d ever see in his life—a hallway littered with torn clothing and splashes of bodily fluids. Tables and chairs had been knocked over; medical implements were strewn about the place. He almost tripped on a still-vibrating strap-on, for goodness’ sake.

To make matters “worse,” there were operators in here with him—screwing out in the open! He gawked as he watched them: operators Dusk and Nian were scissoring in the middle of the hall, surrounded by a few spectators who were stroking themselves off and blasting ropes of cum all over the naughty, serpentine sisters. Dusk and Nian had their mouths open, trying to catch the streaks of cum inside their drooling mouths—and the entire time, they never stopped coiling and writhing together.

Meanwhile, a little further from the sisters’ bonding exercise, sat operator Sideroca. The well-endowed Forte woman was sitting on a beanbag chair and raking her fingers through operator Elysium’s snowy locks of hair. The two were completely naked, and Elysium—the lucky bastard—had his lips wrapped tightly around one of Sideroca’s puffy pink nipples. She was breastfeeding him, and the milky icing on the cake was that she was stroking his cock, too. It was a nursing handjob she was giving him, and the Doctor couldn’t remember the last time he felt so envious. God, he thought. I WISH THAT WERE ME!

Sideroca noticed his staring, and she winked at the Doctor, as if inviting him to come wait for his turn. The excitement was palpable straightaway. There was a sudden tightness in the Doctor’s pants, and he licked his lips as he took a few steps forward.

The Doctor wanted to take Elysium’s place. He wanted to lie in Sideroca’s lap and drink the soothing, warm milk that’d flow from the pink bud on her gorgeous, full mound. He wanted those milk tanks in his face RIGHT NOW, DAMN IT! And he wanted a silky smooth handjob from that fine specimen of a woman, too!

Back, and forth… back, and forth…

The Doctor watched Sideroca do her thing. He watched her stroke Elysium to climax; the lucky Liberi arched his back and moaned as Sideroca chuckled and cooed, and Elysium’s cock blasted rope after rope of hot, sticky cum all over Sideroca’s soft-looking hand, even getting some on her wrist and forearm, too; there was a lot for him to give.

“That’s it,” Sideroca whispered. “Did you like that?”

Sideroca wasn’t just asking Elysium, of course, who responded with an elated mumble as he sucked the milk from her giant jugs. She was asking the Doctor, too; she had her eyes on him the entire time.

The Doctor gulped. Suddenly, he was very, very thirsty.

Maybe I can take the other one, he thought, eyeing Sideroca’s unoccupied nipple. He might have gone ahead and given into temptation, too…

…if Conviction hadn’t just slapped him on the cheek.

WHAP!

“Ow! Hey!” The Doctor reeled. “What the heck?”

“Doctor! You must focus,” said Conviction. “Let the tournament play out as it is!”

The Doctor groaned. “But… milky… titties…”

“You can enjoy milky titties later!” said Conviction. “Do you recall Scene’s correspondence? We must join her in the training room at once!”

The Doctor winced. The debauchery he witnessed almost made him forget everything else, but Conviction was right. Scene had requested that both he and Conviction make their way to the training room just down the hall.

He could only imagine why…

“Click, what the hell is all this?!”

The Doctor looked around, struggling to even lock his gaze on one person in particular. There was so much movement around him it dizzied the senses, to say nothing of the overwhelming stench of sex and sweat that clung to the air of the training room.

There were dozens of operators in this room—some in pairs, some in trios, some in quartets, and some that were lined up just to plow each other senseless. This chamber was just as packed as the hallway he came from, but the Doctor noticed Click and Scene standing side by side in the middle of the arena, with Click herself standing on a soapbox and brandishing some sort of handheld console.

“Doctor!” said Click. “You’re just in time for the main event!”

“The main event?” asked the Doctor.

“Y e s. . . F i n a l l y,” said Scene, as slowly as she always did.

“I thought we were keeping things simple?”

“This is simple,” said Click. “Simply—a brand new event that I made up on the fly!”

The Doctor groaned. “Click, you can’t just do that without letting the rest of us know!”

“No, no, Doctor! This is okay! This is a purely optional part of the competition! Anyone who participates will get bonus points —that’s all!”

The Doctor groaned. Conviction, on the other hand, cackled with delight.

“Ah, Doctor,” said Conviction. “Perhaps there is nothing wrong with this in the end! A special side-venture; a deviation from the norm! Why, I say we should welcome such change with open arms! Frankly, I am oh-so excited to learn just what you had in mind, Miss Click!”

“Ha ha! Yes! I knew you’d be excited about it, Conviction!” said Click. “Now step back! You are about to witness Rhodes Island’s first ever SEX BATTLE ROYALE!”

Conviction blinked once, twice, then three times.

“I beg your pardon?” Conviction asked. “A sex… battle… royale?”

Click nodded. “A SEX BATTLE ROYALE!”

The rules were simple. Scene and Click would survey everything that went on in the training room using their drones. Participants were scored based on three key factors: an operator’s “body count”, how long an operator survives, and how hot and creative their “methods” were. Anyone who tried to flee from the arena—the “circle”—would have a fast-acting aphrodisiac shot into them from Click’s modified drones.

In essence: whoever was able to fuck the most would get the highest amount of points!

“This is ridiculous,” said the Doctor.

“This is wonderful,” said Conviction, with stars in their eyes. “A high-stakes competition, with aphrodisiacs given to those who would try to flee… ha ha, yes! I love it! I love it so dearly!”

“I’d better supervise to make sure this all goes right,” said the Doctor. “And to make sure no one has a damn heart attack…”

Click grinned. “Supervise?”

The Doctor took a shaky step back. “Y-Yes?”

“Doctor,” said Click, grinning madly, “there is no supervising in the SEX BATTLE ROYALE!”

“Why do you keep saying that in all caps?!”

“If you’re not standing on a soapbox,” said Click, “then you’re a part of the game!”

The Doctor gasped. He looked down and confirmed it for himself.

He was absolutely not standing on a soapbox.

In fact, the Doctor was too late to notice that Click, Scene, and Conviction were all standing on soapboxes—the only ones available in the training room—and so the Doctor was SOL when it came to saving himself.

“Click, damn it!” said the Doctor. “You didn’t mention this before!”

The hat-wearing Zalak merely giggled and pushed a button on her handheld console. “Let the SEX BATTLE ROYALE begin!”

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding!!!

The Doctor of Rhodes Island—renowned neurologist, tactician, and commander of the enormous landship vessel—was fucked. Well and truly fucked.

As soon as the alarm rang out, most eyes were locked right on target—and the target was him. He was helpless beneath the contestants’ gaze, knowing full well that all of these sex-crazed operators were out to get him in some way, shape, form, or position. No doubt a good dozen or so of these operators were already drugged-up with some kind of aphrodisiac or energy-boosting supplement. Whatever the case was in actuality, the Doctor’s hips ached even just looking at everyone. He had to do something, and fast, or else his waist get pulverized before sundown.

The chaos had already kicked off. The bell signaled what might as well have been a Sexual Armageddon. An army of operators started tearing their clothes off—if they were still wearing any—and got down to business with their lovemaking, if such a thing could even be called love.

Projekt Red burst through a group holding only a switchblade, cleanly cutting some operators’ clothes right off their bodies before tackling Provence to the ground, pinning the flustered Lupo right to the ground and grinding against her with reckless abandon. Just beside them, operators Jackie and Beehunter were wrestling each other for domination, desperate to see who between them was worthy of topping the other. Both brawlers had tears in their pantyhose, and they were putting all their might into flipping each in the middle of a hooting and hollering crowd.

They were far from the only brawlers present, however. Mountain—the brutish, hulking Feline who had been sprung out of Mansfield State Prison—was fighting off a few would-be contenders. Operator Pinecone leaped over three different operators, displaying a heretofore unseen deftness as she locked her bare thighs around Mountain’s face; she humped against the giant’s mouth and tipped her head back with a happy groan as she used him for pleasure.

The Doctor did not know where to go. Everywhere he turned, he was faced with another wall of writhing meat; flopping cocks and exposed pussies. He recognized each and every operator in his path: the bare naked bodies of Rope, Indigo, Roberta, and Pudding. Even Matoimaru wanted a taste; she approached the Doctor wearing nothing at all, her massive Oni horns twinkling in the light of the training room.

“Doctor!” she called. “You don’t have a partner yet? Come on—let me ride you!”

The Doctor gulped. “W-Well, Matoimaru, um…!”

“Hey! Why do you get to ride the Doctor?” asked Rope. “I saw him first!”

“No,” said another operator, “I did!”

“No, me!”

“It was me!”

In the middle of all the commotion, operator Rope pulled a grappling hook—out of somewhere(?!) —and launched it toward the Doctor. The man was helpless as the rope locked around his arms and legs, and he fell to the ground with all the ladies advancing upon him.

“Hey!” said Rope. “Back away from my meal! Ha~ I can’t wait to see how he looks naked!”

“Me too!” said another operator.

“And me!”

The Doctor wriggled on the ground like a worm, helpless beneath his female operators’ hungry gazes. Try as he might, he couldn’t free himself from Rope’s binding, and even if he managed to roll himself to the other end of the room, Click’s drone would still blast him with an aphrodisiac. For a moment, it appeared all was lost. The Doctor wouldn’t be getting out of this one unscathed.

Then, suddenly, the ropes around his body started to smoke. They caught on fire, and before the Doctor could even exclaim with surprise, the bindings burst apart and left only embers behind, leaving him miraculously unharmed.

“Whoa!” The Doctor backed away from the commotion, even as the other girls scattered from their target. The only one left behind was Rope, who scowled at the sight of what just happened.

“Hey! What’s the big idea?!”

Suddenly, a new operator landed in the scene, standing in front of the Doctor and coming to his defense. From his position lying on the ground, the Doctor could see the woman had deep red hair and pitch black horns. She also had sharp-looking black boots and smoky thigh highs, and she brandished a sword that was just as big as she was.

“Enough.”

With just a flick of her wrist, she set the rest of Rope’s bindings ablaze, neutralizing the Cautus’ ability to trap any more of her would-be victims. Rope’s eyes went wide with shock, and before even saying another word, she turned around and scrambled to find another sexual partner, leaving the Doctor alone with his Sarkaz savior.

The Doctor sat upright, sighing with relief. “Surtr…!”

The woman turned to face him, cracking a half-smile at the Doctor who’d led her into battle on numerous occasions. Surtr was often aloof and self-confident, even boasting to the Doctor that “she alone was enough” when it came to most operations.

And, indeed, the Doctor relied on her more often than not. “Just Use Surtr” was an adage he would often leave for himself, and it had worked time and again before all this debauchery had begun.

“You looked like you needed help, Doctor,” said Surtr, holding out her hand for him to grab. “Those women will not be troubling you again. Not while I am here. Are you alright?”

The Doctor sighed with relief, taking Surtr’s hand into his own so she could help him stand upright. “I’ve never been happier to see you,” said the Doctor. “Surtr… what about you? Are you doing alright?”

The redhead scoffed. “Most operators are too wary of me to approach, even in times like this…”

The two looked around. By now, Rope and the other girls had settled on finding other sexual partners, taking Chiave’s gang for a spin as the Vulpo went about starting an orgy at the arena’s edge. Just beside them, operator La Pluma was on her knees wearing nothing at all; she kneeled before a semicircle of half-naked and very excited operators, throating Tequila’s massive cock while she used her hands to stroke off Courier and Matterhorn. Just above their heads, Click and Scene’s drones caught the bulk of the action and the surrounding chaos, even passing over the Doctor and Surtr as they stood together before a sea of writhing, sweating bodies.

“This competition is definitely getting out of hand,” said the Doctor. “We’re definitely going to be all fucked-out by the time it’s all over…”

Operator Goldenglow was being taken from both ends, and she was using her Arts to set her lovers alight with a static-fueled passion, even if it raised the hairs on their skin. Meanwhile, operator Asbestos had curled around operator Bison’s body like a snake, and she bounced on his lap rhythmically, grunting and groaning with pleasure as the flustered Forte did his best to keep up. All around the Doctor, operators he’d known for a long time—some even for more than a year—were giving into temptation beneath the lights and cameras that his colleagues helped to set up. Even whenever people tried to leave—like when Ashlock and Flametail tried to exit for their privacy—they were immediately shot with aphrodisiac-laced darts. After that, Ashlock and Flametail simply stared at each other for a moment before the former tackled the latter to the ground, and they got to making love right before the training room’s exit.

It couldn’t be overstated just how turbulent it all was. The chaos was getting a more than a little overwhelming.

The Doctor looked over to Click, Conviction, and Scene. The trio—who were still standing on soapboxes and dodging cum blasts left and right—seemed to have a ball. That only left the Doctor feeling awkward about the entire exchange, at least until Surtr put a hand on his shoulder.

“Surtr?” he asked—but he left it at that. He knew that the Sarkaz girl—one of his most powerful operators—was feeling affected by all this rising lust and splendor. There was a fire in her eyes, and it was a fire that could only be put out in one specific way. She bit her lip as she watched him, and it didn’t take long before Surtr’s hand on his shoulder felt hot. Far too hot to be bearable.

“Ah!”

The Doctor took a step back, but it was too late.

Suddenly, Surtr had blasted his pants right off!

FWOOOOSH!

The fiery explosion had somehow managed to leave the Doctor naked from the waist down, though he felt no pain. He covered himself up with a shriek, but not even that was sufficient. There was no hiding the beast between the Doctor’s legs, the mere sight of which was enough to have some operators stop and stare at the sight before them.

Operator Leonhardt whistled from a few meters away. “Wow! Looking good, Doctor!”

“Doctor… w-wow…” Operator Penance held her hands apart, like she was measuring him from afar. “I did not know you were so… huh…”

“Hey bro!” Aak gave the Doctor a thumbs-up from across the way. “Nice cock!”

The Doctor gulped and took a step back, but he couldn’t outpace Surtr. The fiery Sarkaz pinned him to the ground without a moment’s hesitation, and she bunched up her skirt to reveal that she hadn’t been wearing panties this entire time.

“W-Wait, Surtr!” said the Doctor. “Wait!”

But Surtr was not keen on waiting.

A throaty groan slipped from her mouth as soon as she sank on the Doctor’s cock, sitting on his lap and settling nicely right on top of him in full view of everyone. Some people stopped their violent thrusts and aggressive rutting to bear witness to the scene before them. They wanted to see the fabled Doctor of Rhodes Island in action, trapped beneath the legendary Surtr, to boot.

The Doctor put his hands on Surtr’s hips straightaway, grunting and groaning with pleasure as he pumped his hips back and forth, up and down, over and over again. He knew it was useless to resist, though if he was going to have his first go-around be with anyone, then Surtr was a damn good choice.

“Fuck,” the Doctor moaned. “Surtr! You feel so good!”

The Sarkaz kept her hands on the Doctor’s cheeks in an intimate embrace. Her touch was like a pleasantly cool fire, as if there was such a thing, and she grasped him gently while she bounced up and down on his cock like she owned him.

The Doctor squeezed the Sarkaz girl by the hips, moaning with pleasure as he took her from behind. His cock plunged deep into her molten pussy; he lanced her again and again, feeling her snug, hot, wet vaginal walls clench around his cock like she was desperate for it all.

The desperation was written clearly on her face. Surtr tipped her head back with another moan as she slid her hands down from his cheeks to his neck, then further down to his pectorals. She felt him up through his coat and the bulk of his uniform, and she knew that beneath all those belts and zippers was a stud just waiting to be coaxed right out. She felt humbled to ride like this—even if she wouldn’t admit it aloud. Certainly not with all these people watching her.

“Yay! That’s it, Surtr! Ride him!” cheered an operator. “Bounce on that boy’s dick!”

“You go, Doctor!” said another. “Give it to her real good! Make her cum!”

The Doctor had to admit, while he knew he’d be taking part in the event at some point, he never imagined it would be under these circumferences. He felt equal parts embarrassed and proud to be here, though at the forefront of his mind, only one idea stood out among the others.

She’s so hot… so wet… so tight… my dick is melting!

The Doctor gave deep, impassioned thrusts, and Surtr moaned every time he sheathed his cock all the way inside her sweating snatch.

“Don’t stop,” Surtr moaned. “Don’t stop, Doctor… k-keep going!”

They’d skipped foreplay and gotten right to the main event. The Doctor wondered if there were any bonus points for that. He caught sight of one of Click’s drones flying around and recording him being ridden by one of his most powerful operators, and Surtr had no qualms about whether or not she was on camera. She focused solely on bouncing on the Doctor’s dick; she savored the feeling of being taken by him, her red hair whipping about in a frenzy while she bounced and swayed.

The Doctor reached up and yanked down on Surtr’s top, freeing her enormous breasts from their cloth confines. She gasped as soon as her chest was freed, and it was a gasp that melted into a moan as the Doctor fondled and kneaded her massive rack. He even pinched her nipples after grasping those glorious globes of hers, drawing more gasps and cheers from the congregation!

“Ugh,” said operator Beeswax. “I wish I had a body like that…”

“Your body is plenty fine,” said Carnelian, parting her thighs and raking her fingers through Beeswax’s hair. “Don’t stop licking me, dear.”

“Go, Doctor, go!” Click cheered as she kept one of the drone’s cameras focused on both him and Surtr. “You’re doing great! You’re already lasting longer than most others!”

The Doctor’s chest rose and fell with his heavy breathing. Taking Surtr into his lap like this reminded him he really needed to exercise more, but otherwise, he was elated to have her in his lap. She quickened her pace as she bounced on him, panting and moaning like she was right on the cusp of climax.

The Doctor continued to grope her breasts, paying extra attention to the Sarkaz’s puffy pink nipples, tweaking them with enough gusto to have Surtr screaming for more. Eventually, she arched her back and finally reached her climax, convulsing on top of the Doctor’s lap while he held her in his arms. The sensation was almost indescribable to the Doctor, who felt Surtr’s body heat to an outstanding degree. He was sweating profusely, but even so, he never stopped thrusting. The pleasure was far too great for him to stop now.

“Doctor!” Surtr cried. “Doctor, yes! Oooh, Doctor!”

Her pussy clenched around his cock amidst her shaking and squirming. It felt as though her body was trying to milk him for all that he could give her, yet despite this, the Doctor still hadn’t cum. Surtr slumped forward and panted, trying to catch her breath, more than a little flustered that she had burned out this quickly.

“I’m not finished yet,” she mumbled, trying to psyche herself up into continuing. “I’m n-not finished yet, Doctor…!”

Surtr spun around, so that she was facing away from him and instead faced her would-be competition. She was getting into it now; she looked around with a lustful aggression in her eyes, gesturing like she would fight anyone who tried to take the Doctor away from her. All the while, she bounced, and bounced, and bounced…

With her first climax subsiding, Surtr slipped into a heady afterglow while she pleasured herself using the Doctor’s cock. She leaned backs enough to give everyone a fine view of her sweaty, glistening body, her toned muscles and slender tummy on full display while she claimed the Doctor for herself—at least for now.

“So hot!” Click used her drones to take dozens of pictures, all of them centered on the glorious sight of Rhodes Island’s Doctor being ridden by the Surtr, the fiery Sarkaz who had completed countless perilous missions for the company.

“Well done, Doctor!” said Conviction, throwing their fist up with a triumphant cheer. “Do not stop! You are a machine, Doctor! A machine of LOVE!”

“S e x,” said Scene, her lips curling up into a smile as she slowly blinked. “W o w.”

And wow indeed, it was like Conviction said: Surtr and the Doctor moved like a well-oiled machine. Whenever Surtr would slam downward, the Doctor would thrust upward. Whenever the Doctor spanked Surtr’s ass, she would cry out and arch her back. It got to be that Surtr’s ass was tinged a deep shade of red from all the Doctor’s stern spanks; a rump almost as red as her messy hair.

Surtr looked back at the Doctor with a deliciously wicked smile, and it was a smile that he had never seen on her face before. Usually, if Surtr was going to smile at all, it was one of those soft and secretive smiles, or a satisfied, smug smirk. This, however, was different. This was a smile that told the Doctor he was doing a splendid job of putting the Sarkaz Surtr in her place. She gyrated her hips and groaned all the while, shimmying on top of him and trying to coax a hot and gooey climax out of him.

“Doctor,” Surtr moaned. “Cum inside me… claim me… show all these p-people… show them all that I’m the winner. That I alone am sufficient…”

The Doctor squeezed Surtr’s ass and picked up the pace, railing her with enough speed and power to have her screaming with lust and jerking upward with every deep pump. Her purple, snake-like eyes were wide with arousal, and she could see that everyone in the training room was looking at her now. She hadn’t realized just how loud she was being; she had everyone’s attention, either because she was riding the Doctor’s cock, or because she was being put through her paces.

Even so, for the Doctor, it wasn’t enough. His lust and ecstasy were rising and higher, but it wasn’t enough. He needed something more. Something just a little spicier.

“Give me… your hands,” said the Doctor.

Surtr was flabbergasted. She turned to look at him with a confused look. “D-Doctor?”

“Your hands, Surtr…!”

Just like she’d done countless times on the battlefield, she followed the Doctor’s instruction. She leaned back enough so that her hands were just barely touching his own, and that was when he surprised her one last time by grabbing her wrists and yanking her back with a stern, assertive grunt.

“D-DOCTOR?!”

Surtr screamed with pleasure as the Doctor quickened his thrusts, effectively doubling his speed and power while he pulled Surtr back towards himself. Those who saw it happen would later go on to say that it was like the Doctor was “powering up.” He thrust aggressively and shoved himself in as deeply as he could go, feeling Surtr’s cunt clench around his cock while she slipped into another nerve-wracking climax.

“Surtr,” he warned, squeezing her wrists while he plowed her from below. “I’m g-gonna—!”

“Do it inside!” Surtr screamed with unbridled ecstasy. “Show them all! Show them!!”

The Doctor cursed as he finally reached his climax and let himself go, unloading a torrent of hot and gooey cum deep inside Surtr’s even hotter, soaking wet pussy. Most people leaned in closer to get a better look. They wanted to see how the Doctor filled up his dutiful little operators, suspecting that, in due time, it could be them riding the Doctor’s thick dick instead of Surtr. The operators present watched as the Doctor’s balls clenched and pulsed; they watched as the Doctor’s dick throbbed and twitched while he spurt, and spurt, and spurt, painting the inside of Surtr’s snatch stark white with his thick ropes of spunk.

Surtr screamed as she had her second climax, once again shaking and shuddering on top of the Doctor’s lap as she wiggled her hips and milked him dry. The sensation of being filled by him was unlike anything she’d ever felt before; she loved the feeling of the Doctor’s seed splashing against the inside of her vaginal walls, and it was a sensation she wanted to indulge in again and again—forever.

“Doctor,” she cooed, still wiggling her hips as everyone around them cheered. “Doctor, yes… hah… those b-bonus points… all mine… I want them all…”

“Alright,” said operator Folinic, who came up from the crowd to put her hand on Surtr’s shoulder. “That’s enough. Let’s give the Doctor some room to breathe and get circulation back to his crotch, alright?”

“G-Give us a moment,” Surtr said bitterly. She wiggled her hips one last time before taking a deep breath and getting off the Doctor’s lap, standing up and taking a few wobbly steps toward the end of the arena. Surtr’s pussy dripped the entire time, leaving a gooey trail of the Doctor’s mess in her wake.

And, of course, she left the Doctor there, too. The Doctor of Rhodes Island—passed out and smiling behind his mask, his hips twitching and idly thrusting like the well-oiled machine had somehow broken.

And then he woke up.

The Doctor gasped as his eyes flew open. He touched his head, finding that his headgear was still untouched, and it took him a few moments to realize that he was now in one of Rhodes Island’s many medical rooms.

“What… what happened?” he asked.

“DOCTOR!!” Conviction screamed.

“GAH!” The Doctor nearly fell out of his medical bed, having watched as Conviction popped up from the end of his bed. “Damn it, Conviction! You’re going to give me a heart attack!”

“Doctor!” said Conviction. “You won the most bonus points out of everyone in the SEX BATTLE ROYALE! Bravo! Bravo, I say!”

“I won?” The Doctor gawked. “How did I win? I… wait, did Surtr and I do that well?”

“You were both phenomenal,” said Conviction. “After your long and entertaining romp, you fainted!”

“But then, how did I win more points?” asked the Doctor.

“Oh,” said Conviction, “after you fell unconscious, the woman called Folinic stripped off her lab coat and immediately jumped into your lap!”

The Doctor cringed. “Folinic rode me while I was out cold?”

“Most certainly, Doctor! But even if you were down for the count,” said Conviction, “your special man was most definitely ready for more!”

“My special man?” asked the Doctor. He looked down at that moment and saw the large tent under the hospital blanket. Regardless of whether or not the Doctor was mentally and emotionally ready for more, it seemed as though his body was asking for seconds.

The Doctor slumped back with a quiet sigh. “Ugh… my dick hurts already…”

“Well then! Take dick medicine!” said Conviction. “After all, the fun has only just begun!”

Chapter Text

Eighty-seven videos.

Operators Schwarz and Ceylon have submitted a total of eighty-seven videos for evaluation, and the latter was excited to keep the ball rolling.

A shame, however, about the video camera. Ceylon’s fingers trembled as she worked to get the device back in working order—though the Liberi was far from cold. Her anxiousness was palpable as she sat at the end of the enormous bed that she and Schwarz had spent the past few hours screwing on.

“It got wet,” said Ceylon, frowning in understanding. “I think I squirted a little too hard…”

Schwarz sighed—more out of relief than frustration—and she lay back in the center of the bed. This must have been divine intervention, she thought. The aphrodisiacs that Ceylon both concocted and fed to the flustered Feline were more than enough to keep her going for hours and hours, but here and now, she wanted rest more than anything else. The malfunctioning camera was like a light at the end of a dark, damp, cum-stained tunnel.

“I don’t know if I can get it working again,” Ceylon lamented, turning the camera over in her hands. “Should we go and find another one, Schwarz?”

Schwarz—who looked, in this moment, perhaps the worst she’d ever looked in all her life—felt conflicted. On the one hand, she hated to decline any of Ceylon’s wishes, from the mundane to the more outlandish. On the other hand, she presently felt more like a test subject, or perhaps a workhorse, than the doting bodyguard she liked to believe she was.

Schwarz would maintain that everything was fine if directly asked about her thoughts and emotions, but anyone could see that she was, frankly put, well fucked-out.

Love juices clung to her skin and disheveled hair, and her chest rose and fell with her heavy, labored breathing. Her tail was askew as if somehow broken, and the impressions of teeth—stern bite marks—had lined the Feline’s collarbone down to her reddened breast. She had scratches on her back; her body ached, and her tongue felt as though it was liable to fall off at any moment.

“Eighty-seven videos,” Ceylon remarked. “I wonder if we can hit ninety! I don’t know if anyone submitted that many, but could you imagine?” She smiled, as if all was right with the world, and despite Schwarz’s exhaustion and reluctance, Ceylon’s smile reminded her of why it was all worth it in the end. “We might place in the S tier at this rate—just from quantity alone!”

“That’s great,” said Schwarz, who forced herself to speak at all. “I’m… happy…”

The video camera in Ceylon’s hands chimed suddenly, and the Liberi’s smile doubled in size. “Yes!” she exclaimed. “I got it working again! Just needed a reset, I think! Maybe it’s not designed to run all night, even plugged in?” She giggled mirthfully, placing the video camera back on its tripod, which faced the bed before them. “Alright! Are you ready for round eighty-eight?”

Ceylon finally looked at Schwarz, who could no longer force the smile to her lips. The Feline winced, and for the first time since coming to know Schwarz at all, Ceylon saw she was not simply exhausted, but regretful. The sight of Schwarz like this was a painful tug on her heartstrings.

“Schwarz… are you alright?” she asked.

“Um,” said Schwarz, who closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Ceylon… can we take a break?”

“A break?” Ceylon blinked in surprise, then turned to glance over her shoulder at the table of supplements and other performance-enhancing concoctions. “Should we—?”

“A proper break,” said Schwarz, sternly, surprising even herself. “I just—I need a minute, please.”

Ceylon frowned, though she nodded in understanding. “Oh, Schwarz…”

It was plain to see that Schwarz was reaching her limit. The performance-enhancers had run their course; no doubt the Feline had already sweat most of it out by now, leaving her looking practically zombie-like. Ceylon bit her lip as she finally realized the state of things; what she’d done to Schwarz in their endeavors to win the competition.

Things were never so dire between them. It used to be that Schwarz and Ceylon would find comfort in each other’s embrace; and while their relationship had never gone further than a bedroom door, there was a certain comfort and serenity they could find nowhere else. Schwarz and Ceylon were platonic friends until the moment either of them needed to scratch an itch, and that was as far as things had ever gone. It was a carnal understanding, nothing more.

The Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex Tournament had given the couple an excuse to try new things; to push their boundaries. Ceylon found rapture and bliss between Schwarz’s legs, and vice versa, but Ceylon got to thinking they might have taken things a little too far, and all it took was Schwarz looking as though she’d just crawled off a battlefield.

Ceylon bit her lip with growing worry. The video camera was still recording, but she no longer paid it any mind. Instead, Ceylon went to join Schwarz in bed, and she quietly hugged the other woman against her chest, sinking her face against the crook of Schwarz’s neck in a tender, intimate embrace. “I’m sorry,” she mumbled. “I didn’t… I thought—?”

“It’s alright,” assured Schwarz, who laughed gently thereafter. “I was with you up until round sixty-nine, I think. And then…”

Ceylon pulled back just enough to meet Schwarz’s gaze. “Hm…?”

“Then it wasn’t so fun anymore,” Schwarz admitted, smiling anxiously, and Ceylon suddenly wondered when Schwarz had looked so meek and beautiful. “This may be a little embarrassing to admit, Ceylon, but the more we did… this… the more I just wanted to…”

Wordlessly, Schwarz wrapped her arms around the smaller woman’s frame, and she pressed up against Ceylon’s body. Sex was now the furthest thing from their minds, confirming Ceylon’s suspicions. “You don’t want to have sex?” Ceylon asked, and Schwarz slowly shook her head.

“I just want to cuddle.”

“Schwarz,” said Ceylon, her tone soft and assuring, “you should have just told me…”

“I wanted to help you win,” said Schwarz. “And I enjoy seeing you happy, you know.”

Another tug on the heartstrings. Just ten minutes ago, she and Schwarz were making the bedsprings creak beneath their writhing bodies—now this! She could hardly believe the change in the atmosphere, sudden as it was, though warranted. Ceylon leaned in and planted a chaste kiss against Schwarz’s cheek, then wrapped an arm around the exhausted Feline.

“Well,” she said, “I want to see you happy, too!”

“Then let’s take a break,” said Schwarz.

“Not just a break—let’s just stop for the day, okay? We can cuddle as much as you want, Schwarz. I promise.”

That got Schwarz to grin again, her tail straightening out before wrapping itself snugly around the Liberi’s tender thigh. Ceylon closed her eyes and sighed with relief, feeling thankful for the shift between them. “Your comfort means more to me than anything else,” said Ceylon—and she meant it, too. “It means more to me than winning this competition, you know.”

Schwarz laughed once. “I forgot that the video camera is still recording…”

Ceylon glanced up at the video camera on its tripod, spotting the blinking red light. An amusing thought occurred to her suddenly. “Submitting a video of just cuddling, I wonder if anyone else has done it before,” she pondered. “Why don’t we save that for last?”

“Now that is something I could definitely do right now,” said Schwarz. Eighty-seven videos of marathon sex, followed by an eighty-eighth video of cuddling. With the performance-enhancing drugs working their way out of her system, she had to agree this was truly the best course here.

“In that case, would you mind if I turned around?” Ceylon asked quietly. When Schwarz simply and silently nodded, Ceylon turned around and let herself be the little spoon, relishing the feeling of Schwarz’s arms wrapped snugly around her body.

That was all it took for the pair to fall asleep, snuggling together on a very disheveled bed, in a room that looked as though a tornado had run through it. The video camera, still plugged in and recording the two, caught only the sight of Schwarz and Ceylon sleeping together amidst the tangled sheets and half-soaked pillows. Schwarz’s breathing slowed to match Ceylon’s, and they slept comfortably in each other’s embrace for hours thereafter.

It was hours later when the clocks were striking twelve, and a considerable silence swept across Rhodes Island. Room by room, corridor by corridor, operators were finding themselves somewhat exhausted from all the debauchery that surrounded them. The sun hung high in the sky, making way for lunchtime and a recess from most festivities.

Of course, there were plenty of operators who were still waist-deep in pleasure. Carnelian was showing Beeswax the proper technique for deepthroating a Kuranta. W and Ines continued with their “fighting”—which consisted mostly of scissoring and swearing at each other. FEater and Beehunter had initiated some sort of “sexual wrestling” game with strap-ons, vibrating toys, and a steel cage. Despite the creeping enervation, everyone was still having a good time.

Eventually, it got to be that operator Thorns needed a break as well. The Aegir stood outside on the upper deck of the landship, and he took a deep breath while his fingers relaxed around the railing. From here, it was plain to see that Rhodes Island’s roving had slowed to a crawl. The engineering and navigational staff were still getting it on, as it were, leaving the pharmaceutical company drifting lazily through the desert beneath its Originium-powered treads. It was a minor miracle that they had not been struck by a Catastrophe yet.

“Thorns.” Someone called his name, and the Aegir turned to see operator Elysium standing there, matching his posture and running a hand through his snow-white locks.

“Mm.” The Aegir responded with a lazy shrug.

“Come up for some air, too?” Elysium grinned. “It doesn’t smell fishy up here, you know?”

“Mm-hmm.”

“Though, I would have thought you Aegir like that kind of thing,” Elysium joked.

“Funny.” Thorns paused. “You look… messy.”

Elysium looked himself over, and he could only agree. His hair was a mess, his clothes were torn in some places, and he generally appeared as though he’d been living in a hurricane—though, of course, he reeked of sex and sweat. “Goddamn Durins,” he said, which was enough for even a stoic like Thorns to flinch with surprise.

“What?”

“Durins.” Elysium repeated himself. “They’re small, but they’re energetic like nothing else.”

“One Durin did that to you?”

“Three!” Elysium shot back. “At the same time!”

“You had sex with three Durins at the same time?” Even when he said it aloud, Thorns couldn’t believe it. “You should pace yourself, you idiot.”

Elysium smirked. “Can’t wait for that video to get graded! God damn, though, that flag-bearing Durin really knows how to throw it back.” Then Elysium winked. “How about you, bro? What’s the last thing you did?”

Thorns gave a simple shrug of his shoulders. Then he said, “sex, I guess.”

“Sex? You guess?” Elysium scoffed. “Come on, bro, you gotta give me more than that! Who’d you do it with, huh? How hot was she?”

“Quite hot,” said Thorns. “Very warm.”

“Is it someone I know? Come on, I’m so curious!”

“Go away. Stop asking pointless questions.”

“Are you embarrassed?” Elysium teased. “Come on, I shared, so you gotta share too!”

“I never agreed to something like that.”

Just then, someone new came to join them on the upper deck. Elysium turned just in time for a blue woman jumpscare. “May blessings shower upon you both,” she proclaimed. “And a distinctly gracious welcome to you.” That last part seemed to be addressed solely to Thorns, who turned up his nose with a frustrated groan.

“It’s you again,” he said.

“Indeed,” Ling said. “It is I once more, arriving with a delightful present for you.”

“Don’t want it,” Thorns said curtly. Then he turned to look at Elysium, who struggled to pick his jaw up from the ground.

“Holy hell!” exclaimed Elysium. “My boy Thorns, and Ling!”

“I am not your boy,” said Thorns, clearly irked. “Sometimes I feel like Rhodes Island is too small. There’s nowhere to go for privacy these days.”

“Oh, do not be coy,” Ling said, sauntering up to lace her arms around his shoulders. “When my legs were wrapped around your waist, you were not as cold and distant. In fact, I distinctly recall you begging for me to—”

“I-I didn’t beg for anything!” Thorns insisted, and Elysium got a good view of his boy Thorns blushing. “What did you want to give me?”

Ling didn’t break eye contact even as she put her thumb to her mouth and bit down, hard enough to draw blood, before bringing the leaking digit up to Thorns’ face. “If you partake of this,” Ling declared, “you will have a century more to live.”

“Don’t want it,” Thorns said immediately.

Elysium was so shocked he thought he might die on the spot. “What the hell,” he announced. “I’ll drink it! Ling, put your finger in my mouth!”

Ling giggled. “Doth thou possess a hint of roguery, young sir?” Then she added, “you’re awfully cute. Have none yet staked a claim?”

“I usually do the claiming,” said Elysium, “unless Durins are involved. Then I’m tossed around like a piece of meat!”

“Oh, my! How audacious of you.”

“Yeah, exactly! That’s what I’m saying!” It suddenly occurred to Elysium that Thorns’ dick game must have been so good, that a godlike dragon woman was willing to boost his lifespan by an entire one hundred years. He felt jealous and more than a little curious. “I never say this, but, God, PLEASE put your finger inside me!”

“I hate everything about this conversation,” said Thorns. Frankly, surrounded by people like Elysium and Ling, he wouldn’t mind living for one hundred years less.

Suddenly, Thorns was saved by the bell. The Rhodes Island intercom system sang its chime, and everyone—whether on the upper deck or in the ship’s corridors—stopped to listen. Operator Click, a voice whom everyone recognized by now, chirped with an announcement.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” she announced, “the Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex preliminaries are now over!”

People cheered; they yahooed and wahooed and hollered and sang, and the orgies started all over again. Everyone kissed and made love, and some people even made lust. Almost everyone thought they’d somehow won, though Click was quick to remind everyone that it would take a considerably long time to watch all their submissions, never mind grade them.

Someone had turned one of Rhodes Island’s restrooms into a den of depravity, complete with glory holes having been drilled through each stall. It didn’t take long for a line to form, though no one could guess just who was kneeling on the other side of those stalls. Whoever they were, Blaze said, “they’re the throat goat.”

And somewhere in an intercom room in a corner of the landship, the Doctor of Rhodes Island was frankly shocked and awed at what had just happened. It had been one week since the initiation of the competition, and that people were still going at all put the fear of God in him. He sat on a couch with his head in his hands and sighed.

Click inched away from the intercom system and turned to operator Scene, who spun around in a rolling chair as if in celebration. “So,” said Click, who turned back to the look at the Doctor, “how was that?”

The Doctor lifted his head and gave Click two thumbs up. Conviction, who sat just beside him, did the very same. And so it was: four thumbs up!

“Seven days already, huh?” said the Doctor. “It’s come so quickly…”

Conviction snickered and made a facetious comment, “As do you, Doctor, when you partake in self-stimulation—am I right?”

Scene gave a very slow laugh, and Click giggled at that. The Doctor scowled behind his mask, however. “No I don’t!” he said. “I cum… at a normal speed! The most normal speed there is!”

Conviction changed the subject. “Doctor,” they reminded, “we mustn’t neglect to check on Manticore!”

“Oh, shit, that’s right,” said the Doctor. “I almost forgot!” He cringed, wondering if Manticore was doing just fine. She agreed to bear witness to all manner of nonsense in the name of the competition. The Doctor hadn’t heard a peek from Manticore, and now he wondered if she was all right.

“Has she been holed up in a room for a week straight?” asked Click. “Without any breaks? That’s some endurance!”

The Doctor shared an uneasy glance with Conviction, and in the next moment, the duo was out the door and off to find the elusive operator. She told them when the competition began that she would be in her own dorm room, and so that was the first place they checked.

Conviction grabbed the doorknob before they noticed just how sticky it was. They pulled their hand back with a curious raise of the eyebrow. “Oh my,” said Conviction. “Hmm…”

“Manticore!” The Doctor called. “Are you in there?”

The Doctor twisted the doorknob open and took one step inside Manticore’s room.

Then he took two steps back, because the stench nearly bowled him over.

“Holy fucking—!” The Doctor winced, even gagged. “What the hell is that?!”

Conviction practically snorted before answering. “An overwhelmingly fishy smell!” announced Conviction. “A fish market?! Not at all, it’s merely an outrageous amount of climax!”

The Doctor knew Conviction was right. Even when they both stepped in and closed the door behind them, they could see splashes of girlcum all over the place. The walls, floor, even the ceiling were splattered with feminine juice, just as tissues and half-empty snacks littered the premises. The room was dark, lit only by various monitors that were all playing pornographic movies—but they weren’t movies, really. In fact, when the Doctor took just a few more steps, he saw that these weren’t professional actors even in the most generous sense—these were Rhodes Island operators getting jiggy with it.

Manticore had organized two-thirds of the dorm to resemble a living room, complete with an enormous flat-screened television perched on a wall before a sizable couch (which was also covered in cum stains). However, Manticore wasn’t lying on the couch—she was lying on the floor, looking half-dead but with a full smile. She was wearing pajama bottoms and nothing more, and her hand was buried beneath the waistband of those pajamas up to her forearm. It looked as though she passed out after gooning herself to near death.

“Goodness me!” yelled Conviction. “What a marvelously dedicated woman!”

The Doctor looked up at the TV screen, spotting something rather surprising given the circumstances: Rhodes Island Elite Operators.

He and Kal’tsit had recruited them for their outstanding militaristic prowess; their combat capabilities and medicinal mastery. In fact, Rhodes Island’s elite operators were among the best of the best. They had, between them, dozens of years of experience on and off the field, trained in everything from hostage negotiation to breach and clear tactics, and from armed escort tasks to disaster relief and emergency services. One would be hard-pressed to find a more legendary team willing to lay down their lives at a moment’s notice.

Now they were lying together; screwing. The Doctor couldn’t believe it. All words failed him.

On the TV screen, albeit paused, was none other than operator Sharp. The Doctor remembered the last time he and Sharp were on a mission together—it was during Kjerag’s Snowcap Incident where he did his utmost to protect the Doctor and keep the peace among the citizenry. Now here he was, smiling for the camera, giving Pith backshots.

Operator Pith was on her hands and knees, mouth agape in orgasmic ecstasy, and lying beside a very spent, very cum-stained operator Touch. The Doctor knew all three of these people, and he knew how stone-cold serious they could be. To see them doing something like this—a threesome!—it boggled the mind. The contrast was so jarring that a tent formed at his crotch immediately. Seeing Touch twisted up with pleasure like that, and watching Pith arch her back and drool as she took Sharp’s dick from behind, was enough to get the Doctor hard as a rock in mere seconds.

Naturally, this didn’t go unnoticed by Conviction, who smiled impishly at the man beside her. The Doctor maintained his erection even as he and Conviction helped sit Manticore up and wrapped her up in a blanket, leaving her to recover on her own bed.

Then, Conviction said, “it appears as though it is up to us, Doctor.”

“Huh?” The Doctor blinked, suddenly remembering where he was. “What?”

“Poor Manticore is unconscious! In this state, she is incapable of grading the remaining films,” Conviction stated with a smile. “It is incumbent upon us to handle the task!”

The Doctor groaned. “Really?”

“Yes, really!” said Conviction, jabbing his chest with their forefinger. “Really really!”

“Well, maybe it’s not all bad,” the Doctor mused. “There’s plenty of fap material here.”

“Fap?” Conviction snickered. “Surely you jest, Doctor! You must not, under any circumstances, touch your penis!”

“But why not?” cried the Doctor.

“Because if you do,” Conviction gestured to Manticore’s unconscious, gooned-out form, “you may end up as she did! No—we need you full of vigor, Doctor! Your inclusion is vital!”

“God damn it, but—!” The Doctor bit his lip, looking down at the tent in his pants. He was still raring to go, but Conviction didn’t seem keen on allowing him release.

“Behave yourself,” Conviction said, winking, “and you may choose our next video! We must find one that Manticore is yet to grade!” Then Conviction clapped their hands together. “Chop-chop, Doctor! You must find us some material!”

The Doctor grumbled under his breath, but did as he was told. He thought Conviction was on thin ice at this point, and now the ice was melting. Even so, he rifled through the labeled tapes that Manticore had yet to attend to.

All of these were titled obscenely and remarkably. The Doctor was awed by peculiar headlines such as “OFFICER DOWN! DETECTIVE GETS RAILED BY BRUTAL ONI THUG” and “RIMJOBS FROM RIM BILLITON: ASUNDER DOWN UNDER” and “MR. LEE’S DICKTECTIVE AGENCY” and “ROBIN’S BIG BREAK” and the list went on and on and on and the Doctor’s eyes were about to roll out of his skull.

There were dozens more. “ASMR EROTIC GUN DISASSEMBLY” with halos doodled on the front of the case, then “SANKTA NUN FUCKS AEGIR DEMON” and “SIX-STAR LIMITED PULL IN 10 (F2P BTW)”, everywhere he looked it was another title, and with each title that graced his eyes, the Doctor’s imagination would run wild with arousal. He was visibly excited, though Conviction didn’t seem to care. In fact, compared to the Doctor, Conviction was cool as a cucumber. A particularly thick, yet easily concealable cucumber.

“This is insane,” said the Doctor.

“Perhaps so,” said Conviction. “That being said, a hint of lunacy is a shared trait amongst us all. Would you not agree?”

The Doctor suspected Conviction was right.

More than anything, however, he knew he was horny.

It was nearly one hour later, and the Doctor was at his limit.

The esteemed neurologist of Rhodes Island was losing brain cells trying not to touch himself. Every time his hand drifted closer to the tent in his pants—even subconsciously—Conviction would slap it away each and every time without fail. Their smug smile was beginning to irritate the Doctor, who had resorted to clenching the armrests to keep himself from completely and utterly losing it.

Conviction giggled at something that happened on the TV screen in front of them. There was a foursome on display, and operator Chiave slipped on semen and nearly knocked himself out. The Doctor couldn’t remember the name of this tape, but everything he’d seen thus far had made him more and more excited. Any minute now, he was going to bust in his pants.

“How are you so composed?” asked the Doctor, glaring at Conviction on the other end of the couch. Meanwhile, despite his eyes being off the screen, he could hear the telltale plap of skin on skin. Conviction licked their lips before answering.

“My willpower surpasses yours,” declared Conviction. “That is that!”

“You’re hard too!” The Doctor noticed—and it was true. Conviction was packing quite the eggplant, or whatever it must have been that tented the operator’s pale dress. Conviction made no effort to hide their prowess, instead waggling their eyebrows at the Doctor who stared right back, and running a small hand through their deep blue hair.

“Doctor,” said Conviction. “You’re looking at me with great intensity! Is there something that catches your eye? Do you… do you fancy me, Doctor?”

The Doctor bit his lip to suppress the sound that threatened to come out. “Of course not,” he said. “I’m just—I’m this close to losing it, you know! And you won’t let me jerk off!”

“You must exercise restraint!” said Conviction. “Recall what happened with dear Manticore! I do not wish the same fate for you. Furthermore, we must persevere in monitoring everything that she overlooked—every individual tape!”

To say the Doctor was sexually frustrated would be a massive, throbbing understatement. His confusion and anger seemed palpable, even through his mask and uniform. It didn’t help that Conviction seemed to revel in the teasing, licking their lips and shooting winks and spreading their legs to better show off that bulge of theirs—a bulge that throbbed with apparent desperation, despite Conviction’s control.

“I can do this,” said the Doctor, clenching his eyes shut, taking a deep breath and letting it pass through his lips. “I can do this. I just… I won’t touch myself. I won’t touch myself. As much as I really want to, I won’t—!”

Suddenly, the Doctor opened, and Conviction sat on his lap.

It felt like something snapped inside his skull.

Conviction wiggled joyously, giggled, then looked over their shoulder at the Doctor. “You’re strong enough to withstand even this,” said Conviction. “Do not disappoint me now, Doc—!”

But it was too late. The Doctor couldn’t take it anymore. It was time to disappoint.

Before Conviction could utter another word—one more vexing and asinine thing—the Doctor put his hands on them; spread their thighs and growled against their ear. Conviction shuddered in the Doctor’s grasp like leaves billowing in the wind, curled up against the larger and considerably more aggressive man.

“Oh dear,” Conviction squeaked. “Have I gone and upset you, Doctor…?”

By their tone of voice, Conviction didn’t seem the least bit apologetic. If anything, they sounded rather excited by this turn of events. From over Conviction’s shoulder the Doctor could see Conviction’s hardness twitch beneath their dress, and the Doctor wasted no further time in hiking up the operator’s clothes to get a better sense of what he’d be using and abusing.

He was half-surprised to find Conviction wearing panties, and this was followed by a complete lack of surprise to find the panties soaking wet to the touch. The Doctor prodded Conviction’s cocklette through the fabric and Conviction whimpered, arching their back and letting out a breathy, desperate sigh. It was high pitched and cute, the Doctor thought. Far more feminine than he expected, despite the evidence pointing to Conviction’s pulsing masculinity.

Then the Doctor tore off Conviction’s panties like they were nothing but tissue paper, and they squeaked upon their sudden exposure. A bit of forceful rearrangement later, and the Doctor’s pants were around his ankles with Conviction splayed out on the couch beneath him. Conviction was always a flirtatious and effervescent little thing, but to see them shuddering beneath the Doctor’s thick and throbbing cock—to see them gulping and wide-eyed like a doe caught in headlights—was at once precious and remedying.

“So you’ve got both,” the Doctor remarked.

Conviction reached up to put their palm flat against the Doctor’s chest. “You,” they whispered, “are losing all your control, Doctor.”

The Doctor clenched Conviction’s wrist, prompting a submissive squeak from the smaller thing. Then the Doctor put his cock head against Conviction’s smooth, hairless pussy and dove right in, groaning like he’d put already put out whatever fire was burning in his core.

Conviction squealed, nearly kicking from the sheer bliss of being taken so sternly and so suddenly by Rhodes’ Doctor. They arched their back and their cock throbbed painfully, so erect that it was nearly flat against their toned tummy. Even so, the Doctor started thrusting, well and truly thrusting, with such a fervor he was like a man possessed.

It didn’t take long for the couch beneath them to creak and groan in rhythmic protest. Like even the furniture disagreed with the Doctor’s loss of control. Even so, Conviction said their piece and warned him. Now they were helpless beneath him, panting and moaning while getting their brains fucked out. Somehow, the Doctor suspected something like this would happen. He just didn’t think it would happen so soon.

“This is what you get,” the Doctor growled. “For fucking teasing me like that…”

Conviction giggled—actually giggled!—and reached up to hold on tight. “Okay,” said Conviction. “Master me, you feral predator!”

“I’ll f-fucking master you, alright!”

The Doctor thrust faster and deeper, and Conviction squealed louder and louder. Luckily, and perhaps thankfully, Manticore remained asleep in her bed at the other end of the dorm—through even if she woke up now, the Doctor suspected he wouldn’t be able to stop now.

The Doctor groaned and grunted with pleasure, sinking deeper into Conviction’s clenching, drooling pussy, and doing so faster and faster. Conviction gripped the Doctor’s shoulders and kept their legs spread, their cock bouncing against the stomach repeatedly from the force of the Doctor’s thrusts. It didn’t take long for Conviction’s cock—which was half the size of the Doctor’s—to begin leaking pre-cum.

“Such a brute!” Conviction remarked. “Ah! I’ve truly done it now! Oh! Yes, Doctor! Claim me, claim me!”

The Doctor certainly didn’t need to be told twice. He pressed Conviction against the couch and kept up his deep, frantic thrusts. Their hips met over and over again, the force echoing in a slap each time the Doctor slammed downward. Meanwhile, Conviction’s wetness couldn’t be overstated; their inner thighs glistened, and they were already making a mess on the couch cushions, adding to Manticore’s prior spillage.

Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

The Doctor grunted as he screwed Conviction into the cushions. He swept one hand up to remove his mask, and in the same breath, he dipped down to flick his tongue against the operator’s bright-blushing ear.

“Ah! Doctor!” Conviction panted and moaned. “My ear!”

The Doctor repeated the motion, pressing down against Conviction’s body and prodding the tip of his hot, wet tongue against Conviction’s ear, drawing more gasps and moans from the flustered little thing.

Suddenly, Conviction reached their orgasm. It happened so suddenly that the Doctor stared with wide-eyed surprise, even as his hips never stopped and he continued railing them like he could do nothing else. Conviction quivered beneath the Doctor, their cock bursting and spilling a milky mess all over their stomach and chest. Even Conviction’s neck was splashed with their own cum, and Conviction blushed the entire time their body worked to betray their excitement.

It wasn’t just Conviction’s cock that had spilled over, however. Conviction’s vaginal walls clenched around the Doctor’s cock and drenched his thighs in love fluid, and they found it difficult to look the Doctor in the eyes while they soaked everything from the waist down. “Oh no, oh no,” said Conviction. “Control is slipping through my fingers!”

“Fuck, you’re hot,” the Doctor groaned. He was thankful to have gotten Conviction’s dress out of the way, because now he could enjoy their body and all its wonders. The next thing the Doctor did was bring their lips to Conviction’s perky nipple, and he rolled his tongue against the puffy pink nubbin while sliding a hand down to stroke Conviction’s half-hard, messy dick.

The result was that Conviction let out a sound that was like a girlish moan mixed with the squawk of an avian, and it was a sound that both delighted and aroused the Doctor. He certainly heard no one make a sound like that, least of all Conviction. It inspired him to keep going; the Doctor flicked his tongue against Conviction’s cute, pink nipple, swapping to the other once it was sufficiently lathered in saliva, and all the while, the Doctor continued to stroke Conviction’s cocklette like it deserved a treat. Back and forth, up and down, over and over again. A quiet, wet squelch was audible, and the Doctor hardly knew where it was coming from. Conviction was a feast for the senses; there was honey in spades.

“More!” Conviction cried. “More!”

“Beg for it,” the Doctor growled.

“Please, Doctor! Please, give me more! My body is aflame—for you! I need it!”

“So work for it.”

Conviction whimpered in understanding, and they wrapped their arms around the Doctor’s neck to hold him intimately close. It suddenly dawned on the Doctor, at least, that they weren’t recording this. It may have been a guaranteed spectacle.

“Please,” Conviction squeaked, blushing and puffing, “please, Doctor, please, I am sorry for teasing you!” Conviction hugged the Doctor close with their wet, flushed body. “But I need more! I am keen for you to keep taking me like this! My body yearns for it constantly!”

“You’re a little brat,” said the Doctor, whispering up in Conviction’s face, “but, God, you feel so fucking good! This feels better than anything!”

“It is all yours, Doctor!” cried Conviction. “All yours!”

“Make another fucking mess for me, and I’ll give you a creampie. I’ll give you such a messy fucking creampie—that’s what you want?!”

“YES!” Conviction shrieked. “PLEASE!”

The Doctor double-timed his stroking of Conviction’s cock, jerking them off with vigor and railing them with zeal. The poor couch couldn’t take much more of this, but thankfully, sweetly, the Doctor was just on the cusp of climax.

This time, when Conviction reached their orgasm, the Doctor was right there with them. The two came together, in each other’s arms, with Conviction spilling all over themselves and the Doctor spilling deep inside of Conviction, blasting the operator’s clenching pussy full of hot, gooey, flowing seed. The Doctor moaned as Conviction cried out with lust and hid their face in the crook of the Doctor’s neck, and the Doctor slowed his impassioned thrusts as he emptied himself out in Conviction’s hot, wet, needy little pussy.

“God, yeah,” the Doctor groaned. “Oh fuck me, that’s it, you little…”

The Doctor reached up to rustle Conviction’s hair and leaned forward just to take it all in. The sight, smell, sound, and taste of Conviction. In the next few seconds, the Doctor’s world was nothing but wetness, heat, comfort, and climax. He had to pry himself off Conviction, but once he did, he realized what a remarkable mess it was that he’d made. That poor, god damned couch.

Conviction had passed out, which surprised the man. All that cheeky taunting from Conviction—that sass and jeering—and now they were fucked to sleep. Conviction drooled from both pairs of lips, and their cock dripped hot, sticky goop just below their pale navel. The TV screen dimmed, and a single message displayed front and center.

HEY, ARE YOU STILL WATCHING?

YES / NO

The Doctor selected NO, then let go of the remote. There would be no grading before Conviction or Manticore woke up. Until then, and not a moment before, the Doctor stepped back and looked around the place, rubbing his forehead and wondering just how the hell this all happened. At least, he thought, he was satisfied.

For now.

Chapter Text

Blaze woke up with a naked woman in her arms, which was, frankly, par for the course.

It was operator GreyThroat, who had earned her fair share of inappropriate nicknames during this week’s preliminaries—the preliminaries that were officially over.

While things had improved since its conclusion, the change around Rhodes Island was still very much minimal. There were plenty of operators going about their business and getting down to business; dozens of people recording themselves getting down and dirty for the rest of the competition, itching to place high in the rankings and, if they were lucky, win the coveted Golden Dildo.

However, Blaze considered the Golden Dildo to be as good as hers. Last night’s sexcapade with GreyThroat was more of a victory lap in the Feline’s eyes, and she could hardly wait to bear witness to the fruits of her labors.

She eyed the snoozing Liberi now, smiling confidently as she saw the marks that marred GreyThroat’s body—all the scratches and bruises that she asked; begged for. Blaze lifted the sheets to get a better look at GreyThroat’s sleeping form, and she licked her lips at the sight of the girl’s well-used nethers. She had half a mind to wake her up for another round, but in the end, GreyThroat had been a good girl, and this good girl had earned her rest.

Blaze’s cock stirred to life when she thought of the things they’d gotten up to just last night. How sternly GreyThroat had ridden her, and how tightly she held on all the while. She remembered pumping all the bird girl’s holes full of hot, gooey spunk—something else she’d asked for, and another point of surprise for Blaze, who was happy to see GreyThroat cozying up with Infected studs like her.

The intensity of her stare must have been palpable, as GreyThroat stirred from slumber with a sleepy yawn. She turned her head to look at Blaze, and she smirked with amusement clear on her lips. “What are you staring at?” she asked.

“You,” said Blaze, as if it couldn’t be any more obvious.

“I hope you’re not thinking of asking me for another round.”

“So what if I was? You don’t want me to toss you around again?”

“Everything hurts right now.”

“Ah, sorry.”

“Don’t be. It hurts good.”

They embraced just after that, with Blaze pushing her tongue past GreyThroat’s lips and pulling the smaller girl into her lap. GreyThroat’s hands naturally found Blaze’s shoulders, their morning make-out session making way for moans of pleasure and soft, wet sounds.

“Fuck,” GreyThroat moaned. “It feels too good… your touch is like…”

“Fire?” Blaze winked.

GreyThroat was about to open her mouth in a retort, but she was swiftly interrupted by the sound of the intercom. Blaze perked up at the familiar voice—operator Click, Rhodes Island’s favorite streamer.

“Gooooooooood moooooorning everyone!! I hope you slept well!! Come to the auditorium RIGHT NOW for some EXCITING NEWS about the tournament! If you’ve got any unconscious partners with you, just leave them there to rest up for what’s to ‘come!’”

“Ugh.” GreyThroat sighed. “You’ve got to be kidding me…”

“Too comfy to get up?” asked Blaze.

“Much too comfy…”

“Stay here then,” Blaze offered. “Get even comfier. Make some hot chocolate or something—I’ll let you know what the deal is when I get back.”

GreyThroat smiled, and the two shared another sweet kiss before Blaze stood up to find her clothes. While she dressed, she thought about how far she and GreyThroat had come since their initial meeting all those years ago—a tumultuous meeting in unfavorable circumstances. GreyThroat had let it known her distaste for Infected people, and now here she was, having spent all night riding one. Blaze had half a mind to point this out to GreyThroat, but she decided instead to save the Liberi from any further embarrassment.

After putting on her uniform—disheveled though it was—and saying goodbye to GreyThroat, Blaze slipped out of her dorm room and made her way to the auditorium to see what all the hubbub was about. It was no surprise that the hallways of Rhodes Island had shifted from a state of flawless cleanliness to being marked and untidy, stained with all manner of clothes and bodily fluids.

“Good morning, Blaze,” said a voice, and Blaze turned just in time to see none other than operator Midnight sitting comfortably on a couch someone had left in the bend. “You look well rested, which is more than I can say for myself.”

Blaze chuckled. “You look just fine, Midnight.”

The handsome Sarkaz had a girl seated on either side of him, their tousled hair brushing against his shoulders. Blaze recognized the girls as being from Penguin Logistics—operators Croissant and Sora. The former flashed Blaze a wink and a smile, while the latter was half-awake and clinging to Midnight’s chest in her sleepy stupor.

“Are you going to the auditorium?” asked Blaze. “Then again, you look like you’re ready to stay snuggled up here all morning.”

“Tempting,” said Croissant, “ain’t it?” She planted a sweet kiss against Midnight’s neck, drawing a soft moan from the Sarkaz stud. “You wanna join us, Blaze?”

“Maybe another time,” the Feline replied. “But don’t let me stop you from having fun!”

Blaze walked on with a wave, catching sight of more operators further down the halls and corridors of Rhodes Island. She noticed just how content everyone look; how gracious and elated they were after their countless romps and sexual goings-on. She saw Texas and Lappland engaged in quiet conversation while Exusiai cuddled with them both, and she saw Yato and Noir Corne having coffee despite their obvious bodily scratches and marks. No matter where she looked, Blaze could see no signs of struggle or strife; there were no bad vibes to be seen, only comfort and camaraderie among Rhodes Island personnel, no matter how naked they were, and even if they’d been at each other’s throats weeks prior.

Perhaps, thought Blaze, beyond the simple fun and games this competition brought to the landship, there was some genuine goodness to it in the end. You didn’t really know a person until you screwed them in six different ways in your attempt to win a million dollars and a Golden Dildo —you just didn’t.

Blaze eventually found the auditorium, and she saw exactly what she’d been expecting: Click’s giant head on a projector screen. Joining her was operator Scene, who seemed to pore over a dozen different photographs depicting various filthy deeds.

Strangely enough, however, it was just Click and Scene this time.

The Doctor of Rhodes Island, and Conviction—who had started all this—were nowhere to be seen. The surrounding murmurs immediately drew attention to this, and Blaze arched an eyebrow as she wondered just where the duo could be, or what sort of mischief they might be getting up to.

However, despite the Doctor and Conviction being absent from today’s broadcast, Click pressed on as though nothing was wrong at all.

“The Doctor and Conviction are busy right now,” said Click, grinning from ear to ear, “but let’s not worry about that, because it’s time for the results of the preliminaries of the Rhodes Island Competitive Ranked Sex Competition!”

“What a mouthful,” muttered Andreana.

“I’ll show you a mouthful,” said Specter, winking.

“A-Again? I can barely feel my jaw…!”

Someone shushed the Abyssal Hunters. Click continued to speak.

“Each of your terminals should have just been pinged,” said Click. “Check it out!”

And Click was right. As soon as the words left her mouth, the auditorium filled with the sound of buzzing phones and chiming devices. Everyone checked immediately to see where they’d placed in the preliminaries, and the results were eye-opening to say the least.

Blaze found herself immediately. Her eyes fixated on the tier list’s first few rows.

Just as she suspected, a sense of accomplishment washed over her as she realized how well she was doing. Blaze could practically taste that Golden Dildo right now! She could practically feel it bulging against the inside of her throat, stretching her neck most splendidly.

All around her in the auditorium, voices blended into a chaotic symphony of noise.

“What the fuck?!” cried April. “Why am I ranked so low?!”

“You think that’s bad?” asked Meteorite, wide-eyed and manic. “I was on my back ALL NIGHT and I got C-tier!”

And so it went.

Blaze chuckled to herself. Some people were content with where they’d placed in the preliminaries, but others weren’t so keen to let things stay as they were. Click managed to get everyone’s attention, but it took a great deal of throat-clearing and excuse me-ing.

“Don’t worry, everyone! If you’re not happy with your ranking, then remember: these were just for the preliminaries! There’s still plenty of time for people to shift up or down, even by a whole letter or two! Anyone in C-tier has the chance to get into A-tier, or even become the CEO OF SEX if they work hard enough! You get it, don’t you? Things are just getting started here!”

The chatter around Blaze kept up, but the message was clear.

It wasn’t over yet.

Not by a long shot.

And though Blaze sat comfortably among just four operators in the highly sought-after A-tier, she knew she couldn’t stop now. She had to keep the momentum going if she wanted to stay in that spot. She couldn’t let the others overtake her!

How the heck is Myrtle above me, anyway? What in the world has that little Durin been up to?

It boggled the mind, but Blaze tried to put her focus elsewhere. Click wrapped up the announcement by reminding everyone that there was more to come. Various events, such as “1v1s,” were due for release shortly. After that, Click bid everyone goodbye before the screen shut off, leaving the audience to their own devices.

“How was that?” asked Click, beaming. “Me and Scene did a good job, huh?”

The Doctor of Rhodes Island gave Click a tired thumbs-up of approval. Conviction, who cuddled just beside him, could only giggle at the circumstances. They’d been caught white-handed, covered in each other’s fluids; the evidence of the fun they’d had hours ago was plain as day. Click didn’t tease the couple—not too much—though she was still surprised things turned out like this.

“Are you trying to place in the rankings?” asked Click.

“No,” said the Doctor, wincing. “God, my crotch hurts.”

“Incapable of managing my grandeur, are you, Doctor?” Conviction taunted.

“Don’t you start again!”

Click snickered. “Cute…”

Blaze knew she had to plan her next moves carefully. While her sexual partners weren’t too happy about their own placements, the Feline knew she had to record something monumental if she wanted to stay as an A-rank contender—especially now that the lower ranks were giving it their all to come out on top.

Not everyone wanted to work so hard, however. Those who were satisfied with their rankings would stay satisfied for much longer, and there was a general sense of kindness and fair play amidst the Rhodes Island operators. They wished each other luck; they congratulated their rivals, and there were more than a few sweaty handshakes.

Nice to see everyone getting along, thought Blaze.

She wandered the landship looking for something to do—or rather, someone to do—until she stumbled upon a sure sight to behold. To Blaze, it looked like a secret tryst was about to commence, and the participants were already getting into the swing of things as a pair of cameras captured their canoodling.

Naturally, Blaze knew these two participants very well. Operators Flint and Utage, a pair she’d worked with frequently for various Rhodes Island missions. Here and now, both Flint and Utage were getting nice and comfortable as they stripped off their clothes and started making out, and Blaze felt filthy just watching them go at it.

Utage welcomed most visitors to her dorm room, which had a window through which anyone could see what she was doing. Even though the blinds were nearly closed, Blaze could see just enough to titillate the senses, and it wasn’t long before she started stroking herself through her pants. It was only natural that she be excited. Utage was one of Rhodes Island’s biggest bombshells, and Flint…

Flint was…

…

Blaze gulped, and she pulled her cock out of her pants to stroke herself slowly to the sight before her. She had partnered with Flint on several outings, and it didn’t take Blaze much time to experience a powerful allure towards the spirited Liberi. She had developed a crush, and she could deny it to everyone but herself.

Right now, Blaze’s crush was kissing a trail down Utage’s naked body, and the envy she felt was palpable. Though she felt confident enough to be with anyone she wanted, something about the prospect of getting down and dirty with Flint gave Blaze significant pause. It was a mental roadblock that bothered her more than anything else.

Still, Blaze gulped and kept peeping on them through the window, feeling a heady mixture of arousal and concern that kept her rooted to the ground, stroking her cock hypnotically while keeping her eyes on Flint’s tight, toned body.

“Hot as fuck,” Blaze whispered.

“I’ll say…”

Blaze nearly shrieked. She thought it was a ghost at first, up until Manticore made herself known by fading into view, and she smiled sheepishly at the flustered Feline, who tried to keep her voice down. “Manticore?” she asked. “What the heck are you doing here?”

“The same thing as you,” said Manticore. “Isn’t it obvious?” The girl was naked from the waist down, and she dipped her fingers into her soaking wet honey pot. Blaze, on the other hand, had pulled her fat cock out of her pants to stroke herself while peeping at Flint and Utage. Even so, she felt put on the spot by all this.

“This isn’t what it looks like,” Blaze assured. “I’m, uh, you know… doing reconnaissance! This is recon work!”

Manticore tilted her head to the side. It was clear from her expression that she simply wasn’t buying this bullshit. “Why don’t you join them?” she asked, smiling softly. “You seem highly interested in the smaller one.”

“Emotional vulnerability isn’t my thing,” Blaze said openly. “And everyone just wants to fuck, anyway. They don’t care about romantic stuff—especially with this competition going on!”

“I’m not so sure about that,” said Manticore. Then she leaned in close, and Blaze stopped stroking herself. Manticore, however, never stopped jilling off. She had a wild look about her, and she grinned. “In some of the tapes we’ve been grading, a surprising amount of operators turned to romance rather than pure sex. It was so cute that I just had to give them bonus points… I like to watch, but sometimes, I get surprised. You never know what might happen.”

“I don’t believe that,” said Blaze, mouth agape. “Who the heck is asking someone out immediately after sex like that?”

“It’s happened more than once,” Manticore argued. “You should do the same.”

“No way!” Blaze shot back.

“Don’t you want the little one’s affections?”

“Of course I do,” said Blaze, blushing beet red and raising her voice. “But—well, this is different!”

“Don’t you want more points? To stay ahead of the competition?” Manticore teased. “If you ask her out, then perhaps you’ll secure enough point to—”

“No, no, no! I can’t just do that now!” Blaze yelled. “Ugh, damn it, Manticore! Just be quiet and let me—!”

But it was too late. Blaze heard a shuffle coming from inside Utage’s dorm room, and when she peered through the window again, she could see both Utage and Flint staring at her with visible surprise.

Blaze gasped. Then she turned to look back at Manticore, who was no longer there.

“You damned coward!” Blaze hissed. “Get back here, Manticore! Don’t leave me like this!”

But it was too late. Manticore was gone, and Utage’s dorm room door opened to reveal the sight of a very flustered, very naked Flint. Blaze gulped, and she put up her hands defensively. It wasn’t a good look, especially since her thick cock was still sticking out of her pants, pointing up at Flint like it was holding the poor girl at gunpoint.

“Um,” said Blaze, “it’s not what you think?”

That was how Blaze ended up in Flint and Utage’s clutches, with the Feline pinned to the bed beneath the two of them. Utage smiled smugly when she saw what Blaze had done, her serpentine tail slithering up Blaze’s bare leg to wrap itself snugly around her thigh.

“Well,” said Utage. “What have we here? A pervert? A peeping tom?”

“I was doing reconnaissance,” Blaze tried. Utage giggled.

“Call it what you wish, you devilish creature…” Utage seemed to be talking to Blaze’s rock-hard cock, rather than the girl directly. She flicked her finger against Blaze’s rod, admiring its thickness and rigidity. “You’re in my room now, and you must be punished…”

Blaze gulped. She eyed Flint, who narrowed her eyes at her. The little bird girl seemed to be just as turned on as Blaze was, and like Utage, she turned her attention to Blaze’s cock. It didn’t take long before Flint wrapped both hands around Blaze’s dick, starting off slowly as she stroked the mighty dick in front of her face.

Blaze groaned. Despite having sparred with the little bird before, she had done nothing like this with Flint, and she fantasized about it on more than one occasion.

Meanwhile, with one hand on Blaze’s tummy, Utage wrapped her lips around the head of Blaze’s cock, running her tongue teasingly slow against the girl’s enormous tip. Blaze shuddered beneath both Flint and Utage, having not expected she would submit to anyone today, least of all these two.

Utage’s tongue was longer than expected, and Blaze watched helplessly as the long pink tendril coiled around her dick, prompting her to moan with delight and shudder from the pleasure that was slowly but surely being wrung out of her. Meanwhile, Flint turned her attention to Blaze’s hefty balls, and she started running her smaller tongue up against Blaze’s heavy globes, gliding her tongue against Blaze’s nuts and giving them a proper tongue bath. She moaned as she did so, gently caressing Blaze’s sack and massaging it as tenderly as she could.

“Fuck,” Blaze groaned. “I’m, uh…. Is this the part where I say sorry for p-peeping?”

Flint and Utage exchanged knowing smirks before keeping up the pleasure. They seemed to communicate without needing any words, with Flint backing away from Blaze’s body so that Utage could take the reins with her cock.

To Blaze’s surprise, Utage suddenly enveloped her cock in those massive tits of hers, and Utage cooed with joy at the sensation of Blaze’s mighty cock throbbing between those enormous breasts of hers. “Wow~ look at you go,” praised Utage. “So hot, so hard… you have such a vulgar dick, you should be ashamed of yourself, Blaze…”

“Holy fuck,” Blaze groaned. “God damn it, Utage, gimme a second to—ngh!”

Utage did not give Blaze a second. She immediately started to give the well-endowed Feline a titjob, bringing her enormous breasts up and down against Blaze’s thick, pulsating cock. Blaze moaned out with pleasure from this treatment—but her moans wouldn’t be audible for much longer.

Before she realized it, Flint was squatting naked above her face, and Blaze’s eyes widened when she realized what was about to happen. Flint gave Blaze a knowing smirk from up above, and just like that, she sat on Blaze’s face as though she’d done it a hundred times before. As though it was nothing.

Blaze’s heart skipped a beat. In an instant, her entire world was nothing except for Flint’s crotch. The taste and scent of her pungent, dripping wet pussy was unlike anything Blaze had ever experienced before, and the pleasure felt much stronger given Utage’s continuous titjob. She felt her cock throb within the valley of Utage’s massive rack; meanwhile, the naughty Nue kept up her motions, moving her boobs up and down, back and forth, over and over again.

Flint grunted with pleasure as she started humping Blaze’s face, grinding her soaking wet pussy against the Feline’s nose and tongue. Blaze did her utmost to put her mouth to good use, and though everything was muffled, she could just barely make out what Flint was saying.

“Punishment… what you deserve… for peeping,” said Flint, huffing and groaning as she rode Blaze’s face. She took pleasure in soaking the Feline beneath her. Meanwhile, Utage was more than happy to keep bringing her breasts up and down against Blaze’s massive cock, squeezing her boobs around the girl’s thick shaft to wring out all the pleasure she could.

“Gonna make a mess, Blaze?” teased Utage. “Go ahead… cover my chest and face with it! Let it all out—you know you want to, you bad girl, you!”

Blaze moaned, and her entire body shuddered from this treatment. She dipped her tongue past Flint’s folds and lapped hungrily at the Liberi’s pussy, meanwhile pumping her hips up and down and lancing Utage’s chest as best she could from this position.

Submission wasn’t something Blaze indulged in too often, but she couldn’t deny just how turned on she was for Flint and Utage. She reached up to massage Flint’s thighs while the bird girl bumped her muff against Blaze’s mouth and tongue. Lust and pleasure spread throughout her body from her core; she was close, and she was going to make sure that Utage knew it.

Pre-cum dripped from Blaze’s cock and stained Utage’s massive chest, and Utage knew Blaze was close. She quickened her pace and brought her enormous tits back and forth against Blaze’s rock-hard length until Blaze couldn’t take it anymore, and the Feline squirmed beneath the duo that worked to milk her dry.

Utage gasped with surprise as Blaze finally reached her climax, and an eruption of cum burst from the Nue’s chest as Blaze unloaded a torrent of hot and gooey cum all over her hefty chest. Blaze shuddered and moaned as she came, the tip of her cock bursting pearly white jism and splattering Utage’s chest and face with a hot, creamy load.

Blaze never stopped moving her tongue, however, even as she shot rope after rope of spunk all over the busty blonde’s knockers. Flint arched her back and moaned as she savored the sensation of Blaze’s hot, wet tongue pressing up against her folds, gliding up to her clit and making her stiffen with delight. Flint cursed under her breath as she humped Blaze’s face, soaking the girl’s nose and chin with her hot juices, making her wiggle her hips from the splendor of it all.

Utage wrapped her lips around the head of Blaze’s cock and hummed in concentration as she slurped down whatever was left to leak from the very tip. She massaged her dripping wet breasts together as Blaze enjoyed herself, filling the room with a wet and rhythmic squelch that echoed out from Utage’s enormous marshmallow mounds.

“If only you could see the mess you made,” Utage teased. She giggled before asking, “Flint, dear, does it feel good? Does she have a good mouth?”

“Yes,” Flint breathed, nodding, panting, blushing bright red as she bucked her hips against Blaze’s lips and tongue. “C-Close…”

“Use your words, dear.”

“I’m close,” whined Flint. “It feels s-so good, I can’t stop moving…!”

Flint squeaked and moaned as she got closer and closer to her climax. Blaze squeezed her thighs as she tongued the girl’s snatch, flicking the tip of her tongue against Flint’s clit and helping to push the Liberi over the edge.

Finally, Flint reached her spine-tingling climax, and she arched her back while spilling her glistening girlcum all over Blaze’s face and mouth, completely and utterly soaking the Feline beneath her with her splattering mess. She moved her hips from side to side as she let herself go, panting and moaning with disbelief at her stunning climax…

…then, just like that, she fell off Blaze’s face and collapsed against the mattress, her chest rising and falling with her heavy breathing. Utage snickered at the sight of Flint and Blaze side by side like that, both heaving heavy breaths and sweating from the exertion.

Blaze licked her lips and cleaned up the mess as best she could, starry-eyed from having tasted Flint’s climax. Flint, on the other hand, curled up close to Blaze and cuddled with the athletic Feline beside her.

“Bravo, you two!” exclaimed Utage. “Though I hope you’re not finished just yet!” She hefted up her gigantic cum-stained tits, then made sure Blaze was watching when her tendril-like tongue slipped outs of her lips to glide against her giant creamy mounds.

Blaze watched, transfixed, as Utage started lapping up the cum from her own enormous boobs, her long tongue scooping up all that pearly white goop like it was nothing.

“Fucking hell,” Blaze remarked, her cock standing upright as though it needed more attention. “That’s the hottest thing ever…”

The trio continued with their fun. This time, Flint sat on Blaze’s lap to grind up against the Feline’s thick, meaty rod, and Utage scooted up behind Blaze to wrap her arms loosely around the girl’s shoulders.

“You’re such a vulgar one,” Blaze taunted, this time flicking her tongue out to drag it against Blaze’s cheek. “Placing in A-tier with an S-rank cock… let’s see just how far you can go, huh?”

Blaze gulped. She eyed the cameras at the other end of the room and wondered just how submissive she looked in them. Meanwhile, Flint picked herself up and slowly worked Blaze’s length inside, causing them both to moan from the ecstasy of their bodies coming together.

“Fuck,” Blaze groaned. “Flint…!”

“Such a big… m-monster,” moaned Flint, putting her arms on Blaze’s shoulders to steady herself. She went cross-eyed from the sheer ecstasy of feeling Blaze’s enormous length spread her open like it was, and she wiggled her hips to better accommodate the Feline’s massive futanari cock.

“So fucking tight,” Blaze growled. She put her hands on Flint’s hips to help guide the Liberi up and down along the length of her cock, pushing as far as she could go and drawing moans from the bird girl sitting in her lap. With every firm thrust upward, it was like Blaze was pushing those lustful moans right out of Flint’s lungs.

Meanwhile, Utage took Blaze by the chin and pushed her tongue into the other girl’s mouth, and she started making out with Blaze while the girl thrust upward, over and over again, rocking the bed beneath their writhing bodies and giving Flint a just what she’d been looking for.

Utage pulled back with a flirtatious giggle, and she patted Blaze on the head. “Good girl,” she cooed. “Keep moving your hips, just like that… screw her until she can’t walk, and I’ll make sure the cameras get it all… you want to put her in her place, don’t you? Or do you want to be our Kitty instead?”

Blaze was on cloud nine from all this dirty talk. She could barely think about anything but breeding the two girls in Utage’s room; to have the entire place reeking with the stench of sex and sweat. She quickened her pace soon after that, grunting and groaning with pleasure while she bounced Flint on her lap, lancing her repeatedly from below, swapping saliva with Utage as Flint worked her tight, toned body up against Blaze’s very own.

Flint came suddenly and without warning; she arched her back as she reached a toe-curling climax, crooning with pleasure as she clenched around Blaze’s cock and rocked viciously against the Feline girl beneath her. Meanwhile, Utage peppered Blaze’s neck with long, lustful kisses—kisses that felt hot against Blaze’s skin; kisses that were hotter than everything else.

Blaze reached her climax soon after that, squeezing Flint down against her lap and blasting her insides full of hot and gooey cum. Flint’s orgasm was prolonged by the intensity of Blaze’s very own, and she held on tight while the brutish Feline beneath her pumped her full of sticky seed. The two writhed in each other’s arms as they came together, with Utage giving the camera a thumbs-up and a wink, while Flint and Blaze filled the room with the sounds of their ardent lust and wet slaps.

They slowed down before long, panting and heaving, their eyes heavy with lust. Flint was the first to close the distance between them, and she locked her lips against Blaze’s own, humming happily as she shifted her hips right on Blaze’s firm lap. Meanwhile, the cameras kept recording, and the tape kept rolling…

…and by the time the tape ran out, Blaze was left sprawled out on her back, panting and sweating and well-spent.

Utage got up to remove the tape from the video cameras. Blaze thought she’d replace them straightaway, but she gathered her clothes instead, then turned to wink at the tired Feline.

“Feel free to chill here while I turn these in,” said Utage. “There’s a lot of excellent material here, thanks to you! I might go from a B-rank up to a A—maybe even higher!”

“Super.” Blaze gave Utage a thumbs up, and she smiled dreamily as Flint came close to peck her on the cheek.

“Um,” Flint started, “I had a lot of fun sparring with you.”

Blaze arched an eyebrow. “You think that was sparring?”

“A special kind of sparring,” said Flint, smiling brighter than Blaze had ever seen before. “Um… let’s do it again sometime. Please? I would like that a lot.”

“Me too,” said Blaze, faster than she could stop herself. “Let’s definitely, uh, do it again, Flint.”

“Again and again and again.”

“Yeah, exactly…!”

Flint wiped the sweat from her brow, then posed triumphantly. “If you want to talk after this… then you know where to find me. Okay?”

Blaze nodded silently, and she watched both Flint and Utage leave the room. Blaze felt awkward for a moment, having been left spent and breathless in someone else’s dorm room. She hadn’t expected Utage and Flint to put up quite the “fight” they had, nor had she expected they’d leave so soon after getting their footage.

She felt different, and she couldn’t rightfully place why. All she knew was that she couldn’t wait to see Flint again—for more of that “sparring”, or perhaps…

…perhaps just a conversation would be nice, too.