Spark the Runner 3
The further continuing adventures of...
Author's note:
This is a continuation of previous years' Geek Pride event stories, Spark the Runner and Spark the Runner 2. It isn't necessary to read the previous ones to enjoy this one, but you might find it entertaining...
In the spirit of fair warning, this continues the physical adventure, nonhuman relations and so forth.
The Geek Pride event isn't a contest. That being said, voting and comments are how I know how well I am pleasing you, the reader. Enjoy.
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"Ladies...
please...
" Spark was just coming down from his sixth cosmic orgasm at the tender mercies of Tonya and Okami. "I'm only human. I need some sleep before we go back to the Stargazer tomorrow..."
"Are you complaining, husband?" Tonya smiled as she wiped some errant cum from her cheek. "It is only eleven hundred hours. Or nearly. You have only been servicing us for three hours. Has being on Mars affected your stamina?" Spark knew she was teasing, but groaned anyway.
"Well
something
around here is making me prematurely age," he teased back. "But give me a four or five hour nap and I'll be good to go," he told her. "As long as we get some sleep before you go see Erliss... which I figure will be about zero-five-hundred again."
"Before
we
go see Erliss, Jamie," Okami corrected him. "She is going to want to sample you as well. She is, after all, female."
"I know," Spark moaned. "
Very...
" Tonya and Okami laughed and moved away from him.
"Would you like food, Jamie?" Okami asked as she exited the bed. "A light lunch?"
"Heaven..." Spark half-moaned, half-muttered. Okami smiled that weird Canilupe smile and headed for the kitchenette.
"I'm going to use the 'fresher, husband," Tonya told him as she, too, eased out. "Join me if you want."
"I'll pass," Spark decided. "Until you're done. If I join you, you would tempt me to
join
you and I'd just end up more of a blob of quivering protoplasm. I think I'll see if this poor excuse for a body can make it to the table..."
Tonya chuckled and moved towards the bath while Okami was pulling together a light meal in the kitchenette. It was a utilitarian apartment in the Hive of Planitia City, but it served their purposes. And the thriving quasi-legal businesses of Spoke Six had already paid off in their quest to win over the Cresco.
Most of what Okami put together was synthetic or locally grown. The one thing Spark splurged on -- he considered it a Requirement of Life -- was real, Earth-grown and imported coffee. Groaning slightly as the hot liquid warmed and soothed his throat, he took a moment to consider their position.
More than two weeks ago, Tonya Levin had come to him to find out who she was. Who she was turned out to be a lot more complicated than anyone suspected. She turned out to be a very special, probably unique construct and Spark's dive through her datamesh yielded surprising and scary results. She had been designed to control an alien species, currently on Mars, through sex -- for the sole benefit of the Organized Crime supergroup creating her. Beyond being self-aware, she had apparently made the transition from Artificial Intelligence to Actual Intelligence and had slipped her leash.
She, Spark and Professor Anatoli Lenox, the allegedly dead inventor of most of the psychodata integration technology now loose in the world, had hatched a plan to go to Mars and use her to usurp control of the aliens, before the mob could capitalize on her. Traveling under the assumed identities of Jamie and Elizabeth McLeod, they had met and befriended Okami, a Canilupe bitch also on the run from the government and the mob.
Two nights ago, he, Tonya and Okami had met and seduced Lewd Lou, the manager of the Stargazer Saloon -- an establishment down Spoke Six that catered to degenerates of all sorts, but mostly operated as a watering hole for clients that wanted good booze and didn't mind paying, and as a sex club for clients with all sorts of perversions, and didn't mind paying. They'd confirmed their suspicion that there were at least two Cresco working the "back room" and providing mind-blowing sex for paying customers. They'd managed an invite to come back and actually meet the aliens.
Aliens, in this case, didn't truly apply. Mars was full of mutants, engineered humans, non-humans like Okami who originated on Earth, and other non-humans like the Cresco who originated in other star systems. They were all alien to one degree or another, but in this case, the extra-Solar non-humans were the target of Spark's little team.
The Blood Alliance, or
Al'yans krovi
, was a super-mob of terrestrial gangsters that controlled most of Earth's economy and government through varied and nefarious operations. When the Cresco first made contact with the humans on Mars and threatened to dominate the entire culture through their heavily sex-based influence, the avaricious mobsters had built Tonya with the sole purpose in mind of using her to infiltrate the Cresco, seduce and dominate them, and bring them under the control of the Alliance. They were so serious about it, they'd dropped fifty billion credits into her. They wanted her to be perfect.
They'd succeeded. More than they would ever know. Spark had likened her to the android character Helena in Rossum's Universal Robots... on the verge of being human, but without the pieces and parts of experience to fully make the transition. In a very weird way, Spark was falling for her. In an even weirder way, she was learning to love. They were in very uncharted territory with their emotions.
Last night, or rather early morning, they'd gone back to meet the Cresco and succeeded in impressing the threesome -- two males, one female -- with their sexual prowess by Tonya and Okami doing the two males, Asslur and Ossran. More importantly, they'd been invited back to "take care of" Erliss, the Alpha female and matriarch of the trio. She may have been Alpha to a lot more Cresco than just her two men. That remained to be determined.
"This is excellent, Okami, thanks," Spark told her as he chowed down. "You know, it occurs to me, you and I and Lizzie have been in each others' metaspheres quite a bit. Some for specific research purposes, some incidental to, I will admit, some mind-blowing sex. But I think you and I should take a dive through Lizzie's hidden programming. I think it might help if we were all on the same Cresco page, as it were."
"I think you are right, Jamie," Okami nodded. "Especially since the Cresco female may not react as typically as the males did."
"Then when Lizzie is out of the 'fresher, I think I'll get cleaned up, then we can all nap, then do a link up when we're rested. With plenty of time to recover before we go back to Six."
"That makes sense, Jamie," Okami agreed as she started clearing dishes to the sink.
* * * * *
When Tonya had finished up, Spark told her of the plan, then set about doing as he had indicated to Okami: get cleaned up, grab a nap, then set up for a run through Tonya's metasphere. Now it was about 1500 hours and they were sitting on one of the apartment's beds, preparing to link up.
"The stuff the mob planted in her is fairly deep," Spark explained to Okami. "But because of the Professor's gadgets, we were able to isolate it and give ourselves a backdoor. The metastream is going to look really weird until we're inside -- all upside-down and spectrum inverted. Just follow my markers until we're in. Then things will straighten out and look like a normal datamesh."
"Can do, Jamie," Okami nodded. "Let me know when to grab on to your coattails."
Spark grinned at her use of the colloquialism. He had no idea where she'd picked up a bunch of the jargon she knew, but it was fun seeing it pop up at the oddest times. He and Tonya were using their remotes for the data link and Okami could ride that wave. He and Tonya also had neural net transceivers invented by the Professor so they could communicated point-to-point, without having to be exposed to the datamesh. Okami could ride that one, too. All she needed was a guide to get her into the stream.
"Okay, if we're going wireless, Lizzie needs to connect to me. Once we're connected, you can jump on. When I know we're all there, I'll lead the dive," Spark confirmed. "Everybody ready?" When he got affirmation from the others, he told Tonya, "okay... let's do it."
There was always something unsettling about connecting to a construct's datamesh. It was soft and amorphous, not hard and edgy like the non-biologic datasphere. Paths tended to bleed into one another, making pattern-tracking difficult, and in Tonya's case almost identical to trying to run a human. The big difference was, hers were much more organized, as if the product of a tidy mind. Like a human, she had multiple layers of mesh, organized around function. Like a human, Spark and the Professor had identified seven basic junctions, or anchor points, for her processes. They corresponded roughly to the seven chakras of the ancient Hindu traditions.
The people who had constructed Tonya chose to hide her Cresco programming among all seven, but primarily split between her second and sixth. Following their understanding of how it was supposed to work, they'd established one energy center as the Root, located near her perineum; a second around her uterus and ovaries, to be the Sexual control point; a third behind her solar plexus, to be the Body chakra; a fourth near her heart to be the Heart chakra; a fifth near her larynx, to be the Throat chakra; a sixth behind her forehead, near the pineal gland, to be the Third-Eye center; and a seventh at the top of her head, to be the Crown chakra.
They had also, conveniently, followed the ancient system of assigning colors to each of these energy pattern centers, corresponding to the conventional wisdom: the first chakra was red, the second orange, the third yellow, the fourth green, the fifth blue, the sixth indigo and the seventh violet. This made sorting the patterns out a lot easier for Spark, and a lot easier to identify them to Okami. It was an interesting Western adaptation of an Eastern concept.
Although the
Al'yans krovi
had gone to great lengths to hide their programming, the fact that they'd concentrated on sex and metaphysics made isolating it easy for the Professor, and he'd worked with Spark to build in access points to the second and sixth energy centers for exactly this reason -- to be able to quickly and cleanly get to the majority of the data.
Spark felt Okami connect to him and started the dive. Mostly he stayed on the edges of Tonya's datamesh, which itself presented as a huge, multicolored, rapidly flowing river with complex swirls and eddies. He was headed for her second chakra to start... the orange one. Once inside, it was going to get very intense since both he and Okami would be directly exposed to the kinds of energy and patterns that made wonderful things like orgasms happen.
The swirls of red-orange and orange-yellow datastreams which surrounded the second chakra were mildly disorienting to the three psyches involved in the dive, but nothing to the chaos unleashed when Spark breached the containment wall of the Cresco programming, deep within Tonya's sexual responses.
Very powerful and very imminent orgasmic energy welled up and threatened to inundate all three of them.
Let it happen, husband,
Spark heard Tonya's voice in his head.
Let it happen, girlfriend... I will protect you. You will not drown in my libido...
By now, Spark had learned to trust Tonya and he did as she suggested. He let go his control and let the energy wash through him. He had no idea if he was physically cumming, but in this meta-world, he was exploding. Millions... billions... of multicolored datapoints, galaxies of multihued pixels swamped Tonya's datamesh and bled directly into Spark and Okami. It would sound cliché to call it a cosmic level orgasm, but that was pretty much what it was.
When the massive wave had washed over the three of them several times and the 'mesh was returning to normal -- or as normal as it got around Tonya -- Spark heard the smile in Okami's thoughts as they filtered into his awareness.
I will help you clean the sheets, Jamie,
she thought to him.
At least a third of it is mine...
