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And there is sex in this, but it's not the main story focus. Sorry. Thumbnails are still something I'm getting used to doing.

Characters presented are of legal age of consent. ", "writing": "Eric hadn't eaten since he woke up, his mind going over the previous events like clockwork. Still, he couldn't figure it out. Why knock him out and leave him on the mall floor? Why take Skiv? His fingers drummed over the armrest of his seat on the ride home. Having programmed the autopilot to take the faster route, Eric found his tensions flaring at how slow it felt. Every second he wasn't searching, Skiv slipped from his grasp. All he had were guesses and theories, nothing concrete. \n\nSave for one, but he needed to be home for that. \n\nArriving at the Karbon estate, Eric marched his way through the garage to the back hall. Mallory was waiting for him, bowing dutifully upon his return. ``Welcome home, Master Eric. How was...'' She tilted her head up from the position, eyes focused on the single boy before her. A flare of fury flashed before her eyes, replaced with her neutrally obedient gaze. ``Is Sarah helping with your luggage, young master?''\n\nHe ignored her, not having the time to deal with the raccoon's thinly veiled prejudice against Skiv. She'd no doubt enjoy knowing that the formerly classless bun was kidnapped, maybe even crack an ear to ear smile at it. At the moment, Eric wasn't sure if he'd punish her for such a silly thing. \n\nNor was he willing to find out.\n\nStepping past her, the fox strode through the house to reach his bedroom. Mallory followed close behind, asking questions about his day and if he's been caught up on assignments. Stopping at his room door, he turned to Mallory with a cold glare. ``Mallory, please do not bother me for the rest of the evening. Do not allow anyone else to come bother me unless it is related to Sarah. Is that clear?'' Each sentence dripped with a rage he'd never felt. Not a fire that he sought to blast out and scorch all around him, but an empty chill better suited to keep himself focused. \n\nMallory nodded, suppressing her urge to ask questions. ``By your command, Master Eric.'' Locking the door behind him, Eric pressed several AR keys, opening a compartment under his bed with a skintight black suit waiting for him. Stripping down and putting it on was the hardest part, but necessary if he didn't want his body to overheat. It's tightness pressed against his chest, almost delightfully so but his anger didn't let him enjoy it. Pulling out the cord from his datajack, he plugged it into the port on his bedside. The young fox preferred wireless for surfing and had a stable enough connection to use it over the risks of physical ports. But what he needed to do required the most stable connection possible, something that even class one net services couldn't always provide. \n\nLaying against the soft bed, he closed his eyes and let the net open up to him. Data streamed around him, filtered in and out through wide empty hosts as he flew through the open net of Atlantis. Constructs took the form of ancient Greco cities, mixed with Nordic runes and modern flairs. The former to remind the citizens of the megacorp owning their literal home, the latter because not everyone wanted their avatar to wear a tunic. Frankly, Eric never got the appeal or the understanding of such a culture clash, given Yggdrasil's hold over this section of space. His mother told him it was the remnant of an ancient corp, one with names kept alive through the descended citizens, such as their family and Spartan Security.\n\nHow Yggdrasil allowed it to continue, Eric would never understand. \n\nMoving through the city was easy enough. Basic connections or wireless users took the form of pedestrians roaming about through the streets and canals. Wired users, illegal or otherwise, took to the skies. Manifesting wings and loading his own cloaking programs, Eric soared across the net and quickly searched his destination. Lights streamed by him as the world moved around him, faster and faster until he reached the first firewall. Standing as a black monolith with the words, `Trojan Technologies' plastered. \n\n``Really? This is what your parents pay for net security?'' He chuckled momentarily, feeding in his encryption breaking programs through the black monolith. Trojan Tech had a special rep amongst hackers: Designed to deal with massive cyber attacks, but plenty of backdoors to slip through should you need to. \n\nThe black wall melted, leaving a small oily hole in its place. ``I'm coming, Skiv,'' Eric muttered, flying through it. The fox crashed into several clay pots, the impact riddling his body in mimic sensations as he tumbled against the floor. Catching himself, the fox pulled himself up and surveyed his surroundings. No longer in the black sky of cyberspace, but in some sort of stone cellar. His locked in senses smelled the illusion of spices and wine.\n\nChecking himself, Eric sighed to find the state of his disguise. His stomach was exposed, with an amethyst piercing over his belly button. His lower half was covered in a sheer cyan skirt reaching past his knees, with golden edges trimmed throughout. The fox's chest laid bare with blue tassled pasties, and his arms draped with sheer cyan sleeves. A thin light blue veil hung over his muzzle, finishing his appearance as some sort of belly dancer. \n\n``Just what in the world...'' He checked his crotch, finding his cock locked by a gilded and golden cage. In cyberspace, his cock would normally be free, even if Skiv locked it in reality. The program he used camofloagued him as a common AI in the system, something used to give off the illusion of a servant to whoever was inside. He knew Terry was a pervert, but he figured the hippo's personal files wouldn't has such a design. After all, the hippo's parents kept letting him get slaves modeled after his classmates. \n\n``Are you alright?''\n\nEric stood rigid, turning his head to whoever spoke. A vaguely familiar hyena stood in the doorway, wearing an outfit similar to Eric's save for the turquoise color scheme. He squinted his eyes, finally putting that small punkish hairstyle together, but holding his tongue when he figured it out. It made sense that the hippo had a lookalike of Rocky in his personal server, he did target the hyena for almost half a year.\n\n``Yes, sorry. I...slipped.'' Eric brushed off the simulated dust and clay. Looking the part was one thing, but acting like a program was something else entirely. Any indication he wasn't what he seemed would trigger an alert from everything watching. If he wanted to, the fox could crack open the server to get the information and remove any attempts at blocking him out.\n\nBut that would be like firing a gun into a crowd. Terry would hear, and if he had Skiv, could do somethingt to her in reality.\n\n``Well you should be more careful!'' the Rocky construct said, grabbing Eric's hand and pulling him out of the room. ``The master doesn't like his slaves making a mess of things.''\n\nEven if faking it, being called Terry's slave would have had him gag if he could in cyberspace. ``Right, right. Sorry,'' He muttered, slipping his hand from the hyena's grip. ``I don't suppose he's here at the moment?''\n\n``Of course he's here.'' Rocky looked on in confusion, ``The master spends much of his time with his subjects. Currently he's in the main hall, feasting with everyone.''\n\n``Everyone?'' Eric repeated, already figuring out his plan. If most programs were busy serving the master, he had more freedom to move around to search for any nodes with information. The constructed hyena nodded, thoroughly intent on bringing Eric with him. ``Can you tell me where the main vault is?''\n\n``We aren't needed there. Only guards-'' Done wasting time, Eric grabbed the construct by the neck and shoved him against the wall. Hand clamping the maw shut, the fox quickly began overriding the AI. He felt sick at the terror and tears in Rocky's eyes, his own classmate begging him to get out of his head. Eric shook it off, this wasn't Rocky. Just a poor imitation of him from a stalker.\n\nFinding the directions he needed, Eric let go. The yeen AI slumped to the ground, jittering incoherently. Taking a peak at his code, the fox decided to do some rewriting to give himself a little ace should anything go wrong. That, and if people noticed it was offline, he'd draw attention to himself. ``Get up, Rocky.'' He snapped his fingers.\n\n``Make me,'' The AI snickered, kicking itself up. \n\n``Good, you can follow orders.''\n\n``Good, you can follow orders.'' The hyena stuck his tongue out. Eric sighed, there was a reason he didn't try to hang out with the real hyena on campus. Being the annoying little tease that goaded practically everyone for a fuck. Well, everyone save for Terry apparently. \n\n``Look,'' Eric said, grabbing the yeen's shoulders, ``I need you to go to the main hall and keep Terry distracted. Make sure no one is sent to the cellar.''\n\n``Why? You gonna do a little old fashioned robbery?'' The hyena cackled, nodding along despite the rebellion in his tone. Eric sent him off, heading his own way deeper into the palace that Terry's personal server took shape as. Warm and dry air blew through his exposed clothes as he wandered deeper, with walls of gold in patterns of desert flowers or swirls coating the pathways. The fox would admit that there was a unique beauty to the place, taking a more ancient Arabian style compared to the Greco style of the city, or the nordic of the megacorp they served. Though he was sure it was just to make the belly-dancer motif all the more fitting.\n\nThe door to the cellar was guarded by two tigers in white robes and styled turbans. Each carried a scimitar in their hand, but the fox knew it was for show. They were protection programs, built to deal with cybernetic attacks the way most were.\n\nGetting past would be simple enough. Opening a window of premade viruses, Eric selected an enforced reset program. It formed over his hand as a tiny fly, wings fluttering at high speeds and ready to take off. Throwing the fly off, he watched it buzz through the air. Its tiny wings going unnoticeable by the guards as it perched on the neck of one and bit down. \n\nHe smiled in triumph, only to immediately stifle a panicked scream as the card smacked it, deleting the virus. Sighing, Eric decided on a different approach. An orb of shadows coiled into his hand, ready to blackout any sensors on this room for a mere moment. \n\nThe fox rushed in, tossing the ball between the two guards. The first one started succumbing to the virus, slowly fading out to be rebooted. The other hadn't time to raise his blade before communications were blotted out. Channeling a stronger reboot program into his hands, Eric slammed both fists into the tiger's gut, rocketing him backward to the wall and out of existence. \n\nBehind the now guardless door sat cabinets of data, represented through rolled-up scrolls he opened. Information streamed in, with his mind filtering out anything that didn't involve a black rabbit herm or otherwise. Nothing came up. \n\n``That can't be right.'' Eric blinked. He searched again, and again he found nothing. He scoured for other details, such as the mall, himself, or even words like bodyguard. A few files came up, his own file filled with disturbing personal notes that would have made him hurl in meatspace, just like the many other files on his classmates and even a few teachers. But nothing involving Skiv. \n\n``No,'' he kept searching, combing through believing he missed something. ``No, no, no!'' The fox had to have missed something. After what she did to Terry, the hippo needed his revenge. He was just that kind of person, a bully who needed to prove who was on top. There had to be more files or offshore storage. He snapped his fingers, that had to be the case! But Eric didn't have time to hunt for another storage holding. \n\nBetter to ask the source. Creeping back out of the halls, he followed the festive noises to an open ballroom. The scent of sweat and food wafted through his nostrils, stronger than anything offline as he watched countless mingle and dance. All dressed in varying belly dancer outfits, with many sharing the faces of classmates he knew or saw, and plenty unknown to him. They danced, ate, and even toyed with one another in the open, all for the amusement of the sultan sitting at the far end of the room.\n\nTerry draped himself in fine silks over his shoulders, with an alabaster-white loincloth covering his crotch as he sank into a bed of cushions. The hippo had adorned himself in jewelry, from fine rings with a different gem on each finger, golden bracelets, and pearls hanging from his neck. A stoat boy belly dancer in purple sheer fanned him with a comically large leaf, whilst Rocky fed grapes into his gaping maw as a deer boy who looked like a former senior from their school sensually danced before him.\n\nThe hippo brushed his hand aside, signalling for the deerboy to get on his knees. Eric shuddered, watching the image of his senior pulling back the hippo's loincloth to lap at the fat cock hanging underneath. Terry turned his attention to the approaching fox, smiling wide and pushing the deer away. ``Well, well, I was wondering where you'd gone off to, Erica,'' He said, the nickname giving Eric shivers. ``I figured I'd play with my old pets before I dealt with my favorite.''\n\n``Where is she?'' Eric demanded, hands balled into fists. The hippo blinked, confusion growing apparent on his face with the fox's actions. ``Where is she, you fat fuck!'' \n\n``That's...that's a weird glitch.'' With a wave of his hand, Terry opened a debugging menu. Only there was nothing to debug, and Eric saw that realization in the hippo's eyes. ``No way...Eric? Dude what the fuck?!'' He shouted, pulling the loincloth over himself and summoning guards. ``How did you get in here? This is private.''\n\n``Where is she?'' He repeated. Three tiger guards swarmed him, exploding into clumps of data with a snap of his finger. ``Tell me what you did with her!''\n\n``I don't know...you know what? Fuck you, and fuck this, I am out of-'' Rocky pulled at the pearls around Terry's neck, quickly strangling him and locking him inside the program. The first of many viruses Eric planted in the hyena copy. Purple smoke seeped from the yeen's mouth, quickly enveloping the room and freezing any program or AI in the vicinity. Eric's next program took the form of a spear. With both hands, he angled it against the hippo's throat. The real world feedback from the spike would cause heavy brain damage. Not enough that couldn't be reversed with modern medicine, but enough to threaten. \n\n``Where is she?''\n\n``Who?'' Terry pleaded, ``Look, dude I don't know who you're-GAK!'' Rocky pulled harder, adding more mental strain to the locked Hippo. Even now, his bully tried to emergency exit his client, but Eric locked him in, letting the miasma slow down his processor too much for response. \n\n``Don't play games with me. You wanted revenge after what she did to you. So you sent people to attack us and kidnap her.'' Eric jabbed the spear against the fat rolls of Terry's neck. The hippo recoiled, unable to suppress the pain surging through him. ``I swear, if you make her into one of your fuckholes I'm going to make you impotent.''\n\n``S-Stop!'' He begged, ``D-Do you mean your bodyguard? I've done nothing to her!''\n\n``Don't lie to me,'' Eric growled, jabbing further, ``You wouldn't let her go after what she did.''\n\n``It's the truth! You'd think I'd mess with a psycho like that? I swear, I did nothing.''\n\nHe didn't want to believe him. He couldn't. Terry was a petty soul. This was the same hippo that got lookalike slaves of his crushes, bringing them around school to toy with in front of them everyday. There's no way he did nothing with Skiv. But it was adding up. No details on her in his archives, and a coward like him would have told him by now. But that would mean he had no leads. That whoever took Skiv was still out there, with Odin or Hiemdall knew what they were doing to her. Hands shaking, his teeth gritting against one another, Eric withdrew his spear. \n\n``Rocky, initiate Rock's Fall sequence.'' \n\nThe hyena construct smiled, then his jaw hung open and his eyes rolled back. A holographic ten shown from his gaping maw, soon becoming a nine and so on. ``Last chance, Terry. Tell me where she is, or this entire server is wiped.'' \n\n``You can't be serious?'' Terry cried out as it hit seven, ``You locked me in here. You know what a databomb will do to me, to us! This is an act of terrorism!'' Eric knew all too well, but he had a failsafe to drop him out in case of any databombs. Terry didn't, and as the count hit four, he broke from the pearls strangling his neck and rushed forward. The fox prepped his spear, ready to skewer the hippo in defense.\n\nInstead, Terry fell to his knees and begged, ``I didn't do anything!'' He sobbed, lips pressed against Eric's open toes. ``Please, please stop! I'll do anything! I don't have what you want but I'll do anything! I'll be your slave, I'll pay you for the privilege, just don't kill my brain!'' His cries all but confirmed Eric's fears. With a snap of his fingers, the countdown ceased at the last second. Bracing the tip of his spear at Terry's chin, the fox whispered a cold demand.\n\n``Don't you ever bother anyone on campus again. Understand?'' \n\nWatching him nod fearfully, Eric withdrew his spear and disappeared back into the void of cyberspace. Not a second later had passed until he received overheat warnings from his suit. Returning to his body felt as though he walked through a sauna. His black skin tight suit hugged him tight enough that the fox struggled to breathe. \n\n``F...f...'' His throat too parched to finish, Eric rolled out of his bed onto the floor. His arms lacked strength, taking everything he had to push himself up. Checking the clock in his AR, he found several hours had passed. And he had nothing to show for it, save his thirst and overwhelming hunger. \n\nDrinking water from his sink and grabbing a snack cake from his desk stash, Eric engulfed it and jacked back into the port. Skiv was still out there, and he wouldn't rest until he found her. No matter how much it took from him.\n\n***\n\nAt first, Skiv wasn't sure if she was awake or unconscious. It took her about a second to realize the truth, though the bag over her head didn't help remove the darkness before her. She struggled, finding her arms forcibly hugging her chest by some sort of jacket and herself suspended. Her legs were locked in place, spreading her wide to expose her naked crotch to whoever was watching. Any demand she had was silenced thanks to a thick rubber ball in her aching mouth. \n\n``Master, the subject is awake.'' she heard a female voice say, just on the edge of fear and respect. Skiv growled into her gag, struggling violently in her bonds at whoever was talking. Where was Drips...no, Eric. Was he ok? Why was she even still alive if they had him? Probably for leverage, since the stupid classer can't hide how much he cares for his personal property. And damn it all, she didn't want him hurt either, despite the damage he'd done. Stupid facking feelings. It was better on the outskirts where she didn't need to care for anyone else. \n\nA door slid open, followed by a mechanical voice, ``Remove the hood.'' With the black void of her bag gone, Skiv found herself hanging inside a grey room, with blank walls and no windows. Looking down, the rabbit confirmed that her lower half was naked, with her cock flopping about as her upper half had been locked in a black straightjacket. Two individuals made their presence known across from her, both rabbits if the ears told her anything.\n\nOne dressed in body-covering latex, with only her mouth and blue eyes exposed in the hood. From her size, Skiv guessed she was an adult, though her kneeling form put her shorter than the other bun that she avoided eye contact with. Not that she or Skiv could see eyes behind that blank screened helm covering the other rabbit's face. Judging by the slick and black formal suit, Skiv assumed it was a guy under that emotionless helmet. \n\nNot that it facking mattered to her. \n\nSilence crept between the three of them, ruined by the movement of Skiv's chains as she struggled. Lacking augmented strength, the best she could do was strain herself in the restraints. A ding echoed from the helmeted rabbit, followed by an exclamation point blaring across the screen over his face. Balling his fists, a mechanized growl escaped him as he turned to the latex rabbit. ``How many more are out there?'' \n\nThe latex bun shivered, ``N-None I swea-'' \n\nHe slapped her before she finished, sending her toppling down. ``Like your swears mean anything, you pathetic little whore.'' The mechanized voice roared, kicking the downed rabbit in her stomach. ``For years you said you had no other children. Yet she exists! The DNA results match perfectly. How many classless cocks did you let inside you? How sullied is your pathetic womb?''\n\nDNA results? Skiv didn't know much about what that meant, but something about what that rabbit said had her on edge. Those blue eyes of the latex bun seemed so familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint where outside of her dreams and...her memories. She blinked, it couldn't be. Biting into her gag, Skiv thrashed into her bindings, demanding answers. He stopped hitting the gimped up bunny, ``It seems your abandoned progeny has caught on.'' Grabbing the latex bun, he forced her up to face Skiv eye to eye, ``See the resemblance, you blasted whore? It's uncanny.'' Tossing her aside, he stepped over to the wall and pressed several keys in an AR neither could see. The wall opened, revealing several more bindings like Skiv found in the bedroom of Eric's parents. Taking a wide open holed panel gag, he forcibly locked it over the rabbit's face. ``Go and be useful.'' \n\nSullenly nodding, the rabbit crawled over to Skiv. Her tongue lolled free, hot breath bracing against the rabbit's cock. She tried to pull her hips back, or thrust in to bat the gimp away, but hands held her legs steady. Skiv growled, biting hard into her gag trying to think of ways to keep herself soft. She fucked plenty, but that was on her terms. \n\nA jolt of electricity surged from her ass. Turning her head as much as she could, Skiv found the helmeted rabbit behind her, carrying a cattle prod in one hand. ``Stop struggling, you piece of filth. Be thankful you're even getting pleasure. You don't deserve it, don't deserve to even exist.'' Another shock struck her cheeks, pain mixing with the unwanted pleasure of someone else's tongue against her hardening rod. \n\nShe screamed, but words came garbled through her gag. Rage and fear mixed together, tears started to form. They didn't stop. Insults rained down upon her and the rabbit at her cock. As her pain and terror formed into a torrent, one thought kept crossing her mind: Drips being in her arms, with his locked around her waist nice and tight.\n\nTears fell. And torture continued.\n\n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Eric hadn't eaten since he woke up, his mind going over the previous events like clockwork. Still, he couldn't figure it out. Why knock him out and leave him on the mall floor? Why take Skiv? His fingers drummed over the armrest of his seat on the ride home. Having programmed the autopilot to take the faster route, Eric found his tensions flaring at how slow it felt. Every second he wasn't searching, Skiv slipped from his grasp. All he had were guesses and theories, nothing concrete.

Save for one, but he needed to be home for that.

Arriving at the Karbon estate, Eric marched his way through the garage to the back hall. Mallory was waiting for him, bowing dutifully upon his return. ``Welcome home, Master Eric. How was...'' She tilted her head up from the position, eyes focused on the single boy before her. A flare of fury flashed before her eyes, replaced with her neutrally obedient gaze. ``Is Sarah helping with your luggage, young master?''

He ignored her, not having the time to deal with the raccoon's thinly veiled prejudice against Skiv. She'd no doubt enjoy knowing that the formerly classless bun was kidnapped, maybe even crack an ear to ear smile at it. At the moment, Eric wasn't sure if he'd punish her for such a silly thing.

Nor was he willing to find out.

Stepping past her, the fox strode through the house to reach his bedroom. Mallory followed close behind, asking questions about his day and if he's been caught up on assignments. Stopping at his room door, he turned to Mallory with a cold glare. ``Mallory, please do not bother me for the rest of the evening. Do not allow anyone else to come bother me unless it is related to Sarah. Is that clear?'' Each sentence dripped with a rage he'd never felt. Not a fire that he sought to blast out and scorch all around him, but an empty chill better suited to keep himself focused.  

Mallory nodded, suppressing her urge to ask questions. ``By your command, Master Eric.'' Locking the door behind him, Eric pressed several AR keys, opening a compartment under his bed with a skintight black suit waiting for him. Stripping down and putting it on was the hardest part, but necessary if he didn't want his body to overheat. It's tightness pressed against his chest, almost delightfully so but his anger didn't let him enjoy it. Pulling out the cord from his datajack, he plugged it into the port on his bedside. The young fox preferred wireless for surfing and had a stable enough connection to use it over the risks of physical ports. But what he needed to do required the most stable connection possible, something that even class one net services couldn't always provide.

Laying against the soft bed, he closed his eyes and let the net open up to him. Data streamed around him, filtered in and out through wide empty hosts as he flew through the open net of Atlantis. Constructs took the form of ancient Greco cities, mixed with Nordic runes and modern flairs. The former to remind the citizens of the megacorp owning their literal home, the latter because not everyone wanted their avatar to wear a tunic. Frankly, Eric never got the appeal or the understanding of such a culture clash, given Yggdrasil's hold over this section of space. His mother told him it was the remnant of an ancient corp, one with names kept alive through the descended citizens, such as their family and Spartan Security.

How Yggdrasil allowed it to continue, Eric would never understand.

Moving through the city was easy enough. Basic connections or wireless users took the form of pedestrians roaming about through the streets and canals. Wired users, illegal or otherwise, took to the skies. Manifesting wings and loading his own cloaking programs, Eric soared across the net and quickly searched his destination. Lights streamed by him as the world moved around him, faster and faster until he reached the first firewall. Standing as a black monolith with the words, `Trojan Technologies' plastered.

``Really? This is what your parents pay for net security?'' He chuckled momentarily, feeding in his encryption breaking programs through the black monolith. Trojan Tech had a special rep amongst hackers: Designed to deal with massive cyber attacks, but plenty of backdoors to slip through should you need to.

The black wall melted, leaving a small oily hole in its place. ``I'm coming, Skiv,'' Eric muttered, flying through it. The fox crashed into several clay pots, the impact riddling his body in mimic sensations as he tumbled against the floor. Catching himself, the fox pulled himself up and surveyed his surroundings. No longer in the black sky of cyberspace, but in some sort of stone cellar. His locked in senses smelled the illusion of spices and wine.

Checking himself, Eric sighed to find the state of his disguise. His stomach was exposed, with an amethyst piercing over his belly button. His lower half was covered in a sheer cyan skirt reaching past his knees, with golden edges trimmed throughout. The fox's chest laid bare with blue tassled pasties, and his arms draped with sheer cyan sleeves. A thin light blue veil hung over his muzzle, finishing his appearance as some sort of belly dancer.

``Just what in the world...'' He checked his crotch, finding his cock locked by a gilded and golden cage. In cyberspace, his cock would normally be free, even if Skiv locked it in reality. The program he used camofloagued him as a common AI in the system, something used to give off the illusion of a servant to whoever was inside. He knew Terry was a pervert, but he figured the hippo's personal files wouldn't has such a design. After all, the hippo's parents kept letting him get slaves modeled after his classmates.

``Are you alright?''

Eric stood rigid, turning his head to whoever spoke. A vaguely familiar hyena stood in the doorway, wearing an outfit similar to Eric's save for the turquoise color scheme. He squinted his eyes, finally putting that small punkish hairstyle together, but holding his tongue when he figured it out. It made sense that the hippo had a lookalike of Rocky in his personal server, he did target the hyena for almost half a year.

``Yes, sorry. I...slipped.'' Eric brushed off the simulated dust and clay. Looking the part was one thing, but acting like a program was something else entirely. Any indication he wasn't what he seemed would trigger an alert from everything watching. If he wanted to, the fox could crack open the server to get the information and remove any attempts at blocking him out.

But that would be like firing a gun into a crowd. Terry would hear, and if he had Skiv, could do somethingt to her in reality.

``Well you should be more careful!'' the Rocky construct said, grabbing Eric's hand and pulling him out of the room. ``The master doesn't like his slaves making a mess of things.''

Even if faking it, being called Terry's slave would have had him gag if he could in cyberspace. ``Right, right. Sorry,'' He muttered, slipping his hand from the hyena's grip. ``I don't suppose he's here at the moment?''

``Of course he's here.'' Rocky looked on in confusion, ``The master spends much of his time with his subjects. Currently he's in the main hall, feasting with everyone.''

``Everyone?'' Eric repeated, already figuring out his plan. If most programs were busy serving the master, he had more freedom to move around to search for any nodes with information. The constructed hyena nodded, thoroughly intent on bringing Eric with him. ``Can you tell me where the main vault is?''

``We aren't needed there. Only guards-'' Done wasting time, Eric grabbed the construct by the neck and shoved him against the wall. Hand clamping the maw shut, the fox quickly began overriding the AI. He felt sick at the terror and tears in Rocky's eyes, his own classmate begging him to get out of his head. Eric shook it off, this wasn't Rocky. Just a poor imitation of him from a stalker.

Finding the directions he needed, Eric let go. The yeen AI slumped to the ground, jittering incoherently. Taking a peak at his code, the fox decided to do some rewriting to give himself a little ace should anything go wrong. That, and if people noticed it was offline, he'd draw attention to himself. ``Get up, Rocky.'' He snapped his fingers.

``Make me,'' The AI snickered, kicking itself up.

``Good, you can follow orders.''

``Good, you can follow orders.'' The hyena stuck his tongue out. Eric sighed, there was a reason he didn't try to hang out with the real hyena on campus. Being the annoying little tease that goaded practically everyone for a fuck. Well, everyone save for Terry apparently.

``Look,'' Eric said, grabbing the yeen's shoulders, ``I need you to go to the main hall and keep Terry distracted. Make sure no one is sent to the cellar.''

``Why? You gonna do a little old fashioned robbery?'' The hyena cackled, nodding along despite the rebellion in his tone. Eric sent him off, heading his own way deeper into the palace that Terry's personal server took shape as. Warm and dry air blew through his exposed clothes as he wandered deeper, with walls of gold in patterns of desert flowers or swirls coating the pathways. The fox would admit that there was a unique beauty to the place, taking a more ancient Arabian style compared to the Greco style of the city, or the nordic of the megacorp they served. Though he was sure it was just to make the belly-dancer motif all the more fitting.

The door to the cellar was guarded by two tigers in white robes and styled turbans. Each carried a scimitar in their hand, but the fox knew it was for show. They were protection programs, built to deal with cybernetic attacks the way most were.

Getting past would be simple enough. Opening a window of premade viruses, Eric selected an enforced reset program. It formed over his hand as a tiny fly, wings fluttering at high speeds and ready to take off. Throwing the fly off, he watched it buzz through the air. Its tiny wings going unnoticeable by the guards as it perched on the neck of one and bit down.

He smiled in triumph, only to immediately stifle a panicked scream as the card smacked it, deleting the virus. Sighing, Eric decided on a different approach. An orb of shadows coiled into his hand, ready to blackout any sensors on this room for a mere moment.

The fox rushed in, tossing the ball between the two guards. The first one started succumbing to the virus, slowly fading out to be rebooted. The other hadn't time to raise his blade before communications were blotted out. Channeling a stronger reboot program into his hands, Eric slammed both fists into the tiger's gut, rocketing him backward to the wall and out of existence.

Behind the now guardless door sat cabinets of data, represented through rolled-up scrolls he opened. Information streamed in, with his mind filtering out anything that didn't involve a black rabbit herm or otherwise. Nothing came up.

``That can't be right.'' Eric blinked. He searched again, and again he found nothing. He scoured for other details, such as the mall, himself, or even words like bodyguard. A few files came up, his own file filled with disturbing personal notes that would have made him hurl in meatspace, just like the many other files on his classmates and even a few teachers. But nothing involving Skiv.

``No,'' he kept searching, combing through believing he missed something. ``No, no, no!'' The fox had to have missed something. After what she did to Terry, the hippo needed his revenge. He was just that kind of person, a bully who needed to prove who was on top. There had to be more files or offshore storage. He snapped his fingers, that had to be the case! But Eric didn't have time to hunt for another storage holding.

Better to ask the source. Creeping back out of the halls, he followed the festive noises to an open ballroom. The scent of sweat and food wafted through his nostrils, stronger than anything offline as he watched countless mingle and dance. All dressed in varying belly dancer outfits, with many sharing the faces of classmates he knew or saw, and plenty unknown to him. They danced, ate, and even toyed with one another in the open, all for the amusement of the sultan sitting at the far end of the room.

Terry draped himself in fine silks over his shoulders, with an alabaster-white loincloth covering his crotch as he sank into a bed of cushions. The hippo had adorned himself in jewelry, from fine rings with a different gem on each finger, golden bracelets, and pearls hanging from his neck. A stoat boy belly dancer in purple sheer fanned him with a comically large leaf, whilst Rocky fed grapes into his gaping maw as a deer boy who looked like a former senior from their school sensually danced before him.

The hippo brushed his hand aside, signalling for the deerboy to get on his knees. Eric shuddered, watching the image of his senior pulling back the hippo's loincloth to lap at the fat cock hanging underneath. Terry turned his attention to the approaching fox, smiling wide and pushing the deer away. ``Well, well, I was wondering where you'd gone off to, Erica,'' He said, the nickname giving Eric shivers. ``I figured I'd play with my old pets before I dealt with my favorite.''

``Where is she?'' Eric demanded, hands balled into fists. The hippo blinked, confusion growing apparent on his face with the fox's actions. ``Where is she, you fat fuck!''

``That's...that's a weird glitch.'' With a wave of his hand, Terry opened a debugging menu. Only there was nothing to debug, and Eric saw that realization in the hippo's eyes. ``No way...Eric? Dude what the fuck?!'' He shouted, pulling the loincloth over himself and summoning guards. ``How did you get in here? This is private.''

``Where is she?'' He repeated. Three tiger guards swarmed him, exploding into clumps of data with a snap of his finger. ``Tell me what you did with her!''

``I don't know...you know what? Fuck you, and fuck this, I am out of-'' Rocky pulled at the pearls around Terry's neck, quickly strangling him and locking him inside the program. The first of many viruses Eric planted in the hyena copy. Purple smoke seeped from the yeen's mouth, quickly enveloping the room and freezing any program or AI in the vicinity. Eric's next program took the form of a spear. With both hands, he angled it against the hippo's throat. The real world feedback from the spike would cause heavy brain damage. Not enough that couldn't be reversed with modern medicine, but enough to threaten.

``Where is she?''

``Who?'' Terry pleaded, ``Look, dude I don't know who you're-GAK!'' Rocky pulled harder, adding more mental strain to the locked Hippo. Even now, his bully tried to emergency exit his client, but Eric locked him in, letting the miasma slow down his processor too much for response.

``Don't play games with me. You wanted revenge after what she did to you. So you sent people to attack us and kidnap her.'' Eric jabbed the spear against the fat rolls of Terry's neck. The hippo recoiled, unable to suppress the pain surging through him. ``I swear, if you make her into one of your fuckholes I'm going to make you impotent.''

``S-Stop!'' He begged, ``D-Do you mean your bodyguard? I've done nothing to her!''

``Don't lie to me,'' Eric growled, jabbing further, ``You wouldn't let her go after what she did.''

``It's the truth! You'd think I'd mess with a psycho like that? I swear, I did nothing.''

He didn't want to believe him. He couldn't. Terry was a petty soul. This was the same hippo that got lookalike slaves of his crushes, bringing them around school to toy with in front of them everyday. There's no way he did nothing with Skiv. But it was adding up. No details on her in his archives, and a coward like him would have told him by now. But that would mean he had no leads. That whoever took Skiv was still out there, with Odin or Hiemdall knew what they were doing to her. Hands shaking, his teeth gritting against one another, Eric withdrew his spear.

``Rocky, initiate Rock's Fall sequence.''

The hyena construct smiled, then his jaw hung open and his eyes rolled back. A holographic ten shown from his gaping maw, soon becoming a nine and so on. ``Last chance, Terry. Tell me where she is, or this entire server is wiped.''

``You can't be serious?'' Terry cried out as it hit seven, ``You locked me in here. You know what a databomb will do to me, to us! This is an act of terrorism!'' Eric knew all too well, but he had a failsafe to drop him out in case of any databombs. Terry didn't, and as the count hit four, he broke from the pearls strangling his neck and rushed forward. The fox prepped his spear, ready to skewer the hippo in defense.

Instead, Terry fell to his knees and begged, ``I didn't do anything!'' He sobbed, lips pressed against Eric's open toes. ``Please, please stop! I'll do anything! I don't have what you want but I'll do anything! I'll be your slave, I'll pay you for the privilege, just don't kill my brain!'' His cries all but confirmed Eric's fears. With a snap of his fingers, the countdown ceased at the last second. Bracing the tip of his spear at Terry's chin, the fox whispered a cold demand.

``Don't you ever bother anyone on campus again. Understand?''

Watching him nod fearfully, Eric withdrew his spear and disappeared back into the void of cyberspace. Not a second later had passed until he received overheat warnings from his suit. Returning to his body felt as though he walked through a sauna. His black skin tight suit hugged him tight enough that the fox struggled to breathe.

``F...f...'' His throat too parched to finish, Eric rolled out of his bed onto the floor. His arms lacked strength, taking everything he had to push himself up. Checking the clock in his AR, he found several hours had passed. And he had nothing to show for it, save his thirst and overwhelming hunger.

Drinking water from his sink and grabbing a snack cake from his desk stash, Eric engulfed it and jacked back into the port. Skiv was still out there, and he wouldn't rest until he found her. No matter how much it took from him.

***

At first, Skiv wasn't sure if she was awake or unconscious. It took her about a second to realize the truth, though the bag over her head didn't help remove the darkness before her. She struggled, finding her arms forcibly hugging her chest by some sort of jacket and herself suspended. Her legs were locked in place, spreading her wide to expose her naked crotch to whoever was watching. Any demand she had was silenced thanks to a thick rubber ball in her aching mouth.

``Master, the subject is awake.'' she heard a female voice say, just on the edge of fear and respect. Skiv growled into her gag, struggling violently in her bonds at whoever was talking. Where was Drips...no, Eric. Was he ok? Why was she even still alive if they had him? Probably for leverage, since the stupid classer can't hide how much he cares for his personal property. And damn it all, she didn't want him hurt either, despite the damage he'd done. Stupid facking feelings. It was better on the outskirts where she didn't need to care for anyone else.

A door slid open, followed by a mechanical voice, ``Remove the hood.'' With the black void of her bag gone, Skiv found herself hanging inside a grey room, with blank walls and no windows. Looking down, the rabbit confirmed that her lower half was naked, with her cock flopping about as her upper half had been locked in a black straightjacket. Two individuals made their presence known across from her, both rabbits if the ears told her anything.

One dressed in body-covering latex, with only her mouth and blue eyes exposed in the hood. From her size, Skiv guessed she was an adult, though her kneeling form put her shorter than the other bun that she avoided eye contact with. Not that she or Skiv could see eyes behind that blank screened helm covering the other rabbit's face. Judging by the slick and black formal suit, Skiv assumed it was a guy under that emotionless helmet.

Not that it facking mattered to her.

Silence crept between the three of them, ruined by the movement of Skiv's chains as she struggled. Lacking augmented strength, the best she could do was strain herself in the restraints. A ding echoed from the helmeted rabbit, followed by an exclamation point blaring across the screen over his face. Balling his fists, a mechanized growl escaped him as he turned to the latex rabbit. ``How many more are out there?''

The latex bun shivered, ``N-None I swea-''

He slapped her before she finished, sending her toppling down. ``Like your swears mean anything, you pathetic little whore.'' The mechanized voice roared, kicking the downed rabbit in her stomach. ``For years you said you had no other children. Yet she exists! The DNA results match perfectly. How many classless cocks did you let inside you? How sullied is your pathetic womb?''

DNA results? Skiv didn't know much about what that meant, but something about what that rabbit said had her on edge. Those blue eyes of the latex bun seemed so familiar, but she couldn't pinpoint where outside of her dreams and...her memories. She blinked, it couldn't be. Biting into her gag, Skiv thrashed into her bindings, demanding answers. He stopped hitting the gimped up bunny, ``It seems your abandoned progeny has caught on.'' Grabbing the latex bun, he forced her up to face Skiv eye to eye, ``See the resemblance, you blasted whore? It's uncanny.'' Tossing her aside, he stepped over to the wall and pressed several keys in an AR neither could see. The wall opened, revealing several more bindings like Skiv found in the bedroom of Eric's parents. Taking a wide open holed panel gag, he forcibly locked it over the rabbit's face. ``Go and be useful.''

Sullenly nodding, the rabbit crawled over to Skiv. Her tongue lolled free, hot breath bracing against the rabbit's cock. She tried to pull her hips back, or thrust in to bat the gimp away, but hands held her legs steady. Skiv growled, biting hard into her gag trying to think of ways to keep herself soft. She fucked plenty, but that was on her terms.

A jolt of electricity surged from her ass. Turning her head as much as she could, Skiv found the helmeted rabbit behind her, carrying a cattle prod in one hand. ``Stop struggling, you piece of filth. Be thankful you're even getting pleasure. You don't deserve it, don't deserve to even exist.'' Another shock struck her cheeks, pain mixing with the unwanted pleasure of someone else's tongue against her hardening rod.

She screamed, but words came garbled through her gag. Rage and fear mixed together, tears started to form. They didn't stop. Insults rained down upon her and the rabbit at her cock. As her pain and terror formed into a torrent, one thought kept crossing her mind: Drips being in her arms, with his locked around her waist nice and tight.

Tears fell. And torture continued.

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