Author Notes
This is an erotic fantasy fiction story. And in no way are any characters meant to portray any person, whether living or dead. All characters in the story are of the age of consent. You must agree to discontinue reading if this in any way offends you, or if you find yourself imagining doing anything that is inappropriate, illegal, or addictive.
Spoiler
Dixie and Jasmine had always considered each other to be strikingly beautiful in their own way. But when a supercharged gaming computer begins to overheat, so does the passion between Dixie and Jasmine.
Background to the Story
If you are interested in some of the background story, I recommend reading the first chapter of The Enlightenment of Scrapple. But if you want to get to the good stuff, just continue.
By the early spring of 2026, the upgrade to Scrapple's internet was mostly complete.
To simplify the explanation of the project, the engineers explained it in terms of telephone lines or cables, attempting to do away with the unique jargon of fiber optic design.
The contractor laid several industrial grade cables from larger towns that already had fiber optics. Then the contractor added a special cable that meandered across the country all the way back to the main hub back in New York.
This cable had a diameter and weight that made it extremely easy to install. Although the installation cost was minimal, this special cable was ten times the price of the industrial cables being used for the rest of the project.
It was special because it had a newly patented composite that would ensure real time access to the information made available back east.
Dixie and Jasmine
Early Spring in Scrapple was unseasonably cold this year.
Jasmine Blanc, dismounted from her motorcycle, and made her way to the front door of the home of Philip 'Reach' Johnson. And the home of her BFF and lifelong soulmate Dixie Johnson.
Jasmine's family had moved to Scrapple a year before Jasmine was born.
Although not a native of Louisiana like her parents, Jasmine had the charm and personality of a true bayou girl complete with that Louisiana 'twang' in her voice.
Jasmine had got her first job as a waitress at a local diner when she was 14. Well, almost 14, but she had talked her parents into it. She fell in love with the hustle and bustle of working in the restaurant business.
Early in her career Jasmine noticed that she got much better tips when she would role play the persona of a bayou girl. But if asked where she was from, she'd always answer truthfully, which delighted everyone.
Dixie Johnson had invited Jasmine over for some quality time with her BFF. Normally when the weather wasn't cooperating, they'd stay at home, put on their headgear, and chat while playing their favorite video games, or sharing the latest social media gossip.
In the past, it wasn't unusual for Jasmine to arrive at the Johnson home unannounced. But both Jasmine and her BFF Dixie were in their mid-20's now. They both had responsibilities that required them to give each other a days' notice before their special dates.
As always, when Jasmine came to visit, 'Uncle Phil' would open the door wide open and say, 'Charlie!' with a wide grin!
Charlie was Uncle Phil's pet name for Jasmine. Although Philip Johnson and Jasmine weren't related (as far as they knew) Jasmine and Dixie may as well have been sisters.
Jasmine had been born Charlie Blanc about 26 years ago.
By the time Charlie was age 3, it was obvious that Charlie wasn't interested in any activity or toy that was associated with boys. After a thorough medical examination and psychological evaluation, it was becoming more and more obvious that Charlie was an XY girl.
Since the culture of Scrapple was steeped in the traditions of both Native-American and African American culture, Charlie had the best care. The local girls and moms found him to be a joy, and were fascinated with this clever, and sometimes mischievous, child. The local shamans considered Charlie to be a gift from God!
Soon, baby Charlie became Charlene. Then at age 13 her name was legally changed to Jasmine Blanc. And it was a simple task at the courthouse to expunge her records and keep her XY genetics from the public.
Present Day
'Bring it in!' Philip Johnson said. The 6' 11" black man enveloped young Jasmine in his arms, and they held a warm embrace before heading to the kitchen for a snack, and some more light teasing.
Soon Jasmine joined Dixie in Dixie's bedroom.
Dixie's bedroom looked more like a computer shop than the bedroom of a 26-year-old girl. On the outside of Dixie's bedroom door was the same sign that the two girls had constructed with stick-on unicorns, and other pop icons nearly 20 years earlier. Embellished with crayons, glitter, and some imagination. NO BOYS ALLOWED.
They were enjoying their favorite game, SHEILDMADEN. While constructing their humble Viking Village, the characters on the screen froze. 'Shit! It did it again!' Dixie said.
With no interest in anything technical, (after all, that's what boys were for, right?) Jasmine reclined on Dixie's bed and played with one of Dixie's many handheld gaming toys.
This wasn't the first time that the two besties found themselves in this situation. Jasmine, amusing herself with a handheld video game, or scrolling through some raunchy social media posts.
Dixie went to work finding the bug in her computer and fixing the problem, while Jasmine played video games or read rauchy stories from several popular social-media content providers.
Soon it became clear that, although her computer used the fiber optic connector, and therefore, was compatible with the high-speed system, she hadn't bothered to enable the high-speed protocols. After all, she had built this computer herself and didn't want it to overheat and end up in the recycle bin, along with glass bottles, and empty beer cans.
More than a little curious, and with some teasing from Jasmine, Dixie carefully went through the operating system, and even changed some bios settings that would remove the auto shut-off if the core processors were to overheat.
These settings would take her creation to its maximum processing speed, which to this time, had never been attempted!
Dixie pressed the OK button. And then she read the pop-up window that warned her that the computer could overheat and damage the microprocessors. She then clicked [OK to continue].
An hour later.
Dixie and her BFF shieldmaiden Jasmine had successfully built their Viking Village.
The images on the screen appeared so real you'd almost think you could touch the grass roofs of the village huts. Or feel the animal skins of the many yurts. Vikings had yurts, didn't they?
The two girls embraced and then prepared to go to the kitchen to celebrate with some milk and cookies as their reward!
But suddenly, their humble village came under attack by Viking Warriors, and Shieldmaidens!
The warrior shields, and their ships, displayed the coat of arms of various tribes and families that were allies with the evil Viking Queen in Oslo.
It was then that, emboldened by Dixie's latest tech, and the adrenaline rush of possible revenge, the two Shieldmaidens exchanged the idea of milk and cookies, for a steady supply of Red Bull and energy bars.
Within an hour, the two besties, using their superior gaming skills, the high-tech gaming computer, and amped up on caffeine, the two shieldmaidens along with a small army of dedicated warriors, defeated the much larger armies and tribes that had carried out the dastardly attack on their small and peaceful village.
Unknown to the shieldmaidens, the evil cunt, the one that boasted that she was Queen of Norway, was monitoring the situation.
She had kept careful track of their armies and ammunition. And the dastardly queen also considered the hours that the two shieldmaidens had been online, and figured she would wait a few hours. Then she would lure the tired shieldmaidens into attacking Oslo.
She would then spring the trap of hidden warriors and archers, and several other weapons that were used by the early Viking armies.
Unknown to anyone involved in this epic battle between right and wrong, the ALAIT (Advanced Learning Artificial Intelligence Technology, pronounced alite) was interacting with Dixie's computer, as well as Dixie's and Jasmine's subconscious minds!
With more than a few empty Red Bull cans in the wastebasket near Dixie's computer, the two caffeinated shieldmaidens had made their way to Oslo to rescue some innocent hostages and hopefully defeat this evil nemesis.
Confident in their attack strategy and emboldened with their supercharged gaming computer, the two shieldmaidens and their armies, approached the fortified city walls of Oslo.
Suddenly, and without any warning, many of Dixie's and Jasmine's warriors turned into enemy combatants. Even the symbols on their shields and breastplates changed from the peaceful tassels of grain, into images of skulls, and evil spirits.
It suddenly became obvious now. The evil queen was cheating. That's why every time Dixie defeated the evil queen she would be ambushed!
The supercharged gaming computer had forced her adversary into showing her hand, so to speak.
Dixie's gaming computer immediately went into overdrive. The core microprocessors soon exceeded their safe operation temperature, but without any internal controls, it just continued to follow the commands of the streaming gamers.
Without any warning, the impossible happened. Dixie and Jasmine looked at each other's avatars. There was no monitor, no bedroom, or even a real Dixie or Jasmine. They were two shieldmaidens standing outside the fortified walls of Oslo, surrounded by blood thirsty enemy Vikings. Many appeared to be berserkers!
Dixie felt a sharp pain in her leg. She had been shot with a bolt from a crossbow. "Oh! my fucking god!" She exclaimed.
Whether this was real or imaginary, she knew she'd have to do something and do it quickly! Not only to protect herself, but also to protect her BFF, Jasmine!
She reached down and grabbed the bolt that had pierced through her leg. In agonizing pain, and the fear of going into shock, she pulled the projectile from her leg. She then observed her leg healing almost spontaneously.
She had not yet become aware that ALAIT had become her ally in this epic battle.
She and her now warrior companion, Jasmine, were soon slaying one enemy after another. Their swords remained razor sharp! And with each fatal blow from their swords, especially a decapitation, the enemy warrior's wounds would shoot blood that Dixie and Jasmine could feel, and taste.
Each time an enemy would fall due to a blow from her sword, shield, or whatever weapon she had handy, Dixie and Jasmine would receive extra superpowers.
Soon the pair of super warrior shieldmaidens were killing two, three, four, sometimes even five enemy, with one blow from their mighty swords!
As the sun began to set over the City of Oslo, the now victorious shieldmaidens stood before the remaining armies that had remained loyal to the two women.
The crowd cheered almost continuously every time Dixie or Jasmine made the slightest gesture indicating victory!
