Data Breach

The smell.

Everyone called it the generational desperation that came with living in Neo Eden, a megacity home to over half a billion people. While 90% of the population lived below the poverty line and struggled to survive on the ground and in the various sub-levels, the wealthy 10% lived in their ivory towers, looking down upon the rest. Yet, when asked, not a single person ever thought of leaving the place that wouldn't even recognize they existed.

That was Neo Eden- high-tech, neon lights, cyborgs, and rainy city nights. Something about the city captivated its citizens, pushing them to chase after their dreams, even though most knew they'd never be attainable. To be born in the gutters of the sub-levels, where a simple walk to the corner store could be your last, looking up at chrome towers above and their holographic projections was the closest thing to hope most people had.

In Neo Eden, two things mattered: credits and your life. The latter would often be taken in the pursuit of the former. NEPD (Neo Eden Police Department) did its best to maintain law and order, but that was only in the towers for the wealthy, who funded them. On the ground, especially in the sub-levels, "The Boys in Blue" were no different than any other gang. Patrolling with a trigger-happy mentality, their way of maintaining control was simple: do as we say or get deleted.

Yet, as dangerous as the cops were, they knew better than to get tangled with the real heavy hitters of Neo Eden. While the wealthy lived in the chrome towers above, less than half were regular citizens working for corporations or inherited fortunes. The rest, the true rulers of the city, were criminals.

Gang Leaders.

Mercs'.

Data Breachers.

If there were credits to be made, to them, it didn't matter how much destruction or blood they spilled to get it. Most of them were from fantasy races that had long since been thought to be nothing but fiction but were revealed to the world a century ago.

Elves, orcs, and dwarves.

Elves were the high rollers. They inhabited a majority of the towers, more so than humans. Their infinite lifespan meant that when they moved to Neo Eden, they brought centuries' worth of wealth and knowledge. Of all the races, their affinity for cyberware was unmatched, and they could augment themselves without any drawbacks. With the added benefit of having mana coursing through their body, they naturally rose to the top of the food chain. While they maintained their elegant appearance on the surface, behind the scenes, they were the most ruthless out of the three.

Orcs were the muscle. While few of them lived in the towers, preferring to live with the rest of their kind in the sub-levels, they were by no means to be underestimated. What they lacked in brains, they more than made up for in brawns. Without cyberware, they were already the most physically capable race in the city, but once augmented, orcs became walking calamities. Capable of taking out entire NEPD tactical squads, the only thing more dangerous than cybernetic orc was an augmented pure-blooded elf.

The two have a centuries-old blood feud that carried over into their new lives in Neo Eden. Everything came to a head on the last day of the fifth turf war, commonly known as "The Fall." Gramchog, leader of the orcs, had allowed his hatred of elves to drive him over the edge, spiraling into insanity. No one knows where he got it from or how he could smuggle something so dangerous into the city, but Gramchog did the unthinkable that day. It was noon, and Gramchog ordered the orcs to retreat, allowing the elves to believe they'd won the war, only for a bright flash to consume them.

A mana-infused tactical nuke went off, erasing a third of the elves and the world tree they worshiped from existence. The blast rocked the city, but only after the dust settled did everyone realize what had happened. Orcs and elves had fought each other for as long as they could remember, but neither side had ever gone to such an extent and committed such a genocidal act. Estimates are still debated to this day, but it's widely accepted that at a minimum, Gramchog killed roughly two million elves.

However, where Gramchog believed the elves would be broken after suffering such a loss, they instead rallied together to retaliate. Unfortunately for the orcs, their leader's bomb failed to kill his true targets, the pure-blooded elves. Using their vast arcane knowledge and combining it with the ever-growing advanced technology at their fingertips, the elves, under the leadership of a wrathful pure blood named Frost, created a weapon so vile that governments worldwide scrambled to stop them, but it was too late.

With the push of a button, Frost unleashed a biological weapon upon the orcs: a nanite virus, boosted with the magic of over a hundred purebloods, that targeted the DNA of orcs, killing all under the age of fifteen and sterilizing the rest. The aftermath was soul-shattering. Where Gramchog had killed two million elves, Frost had killed five times as many and effectively put orcs on a two-generation time clock, extinction being the outcome once time ran out.

Regardless of their power, Frost and Gramchog were both apprehended by an army of various government agencies. They'd hoped that removing the leaders from the war raging between the two sides would eventually calm things down. However, their plan failed spectacularly when both leaders escaped the level five supermax housing them. Gramchog broke out of his cell during a system reboot, destroying the prison but sparing the guards. Frost wasn't as merciful. The footage of her escape, which leaked online, showed her butchering guards and imprisoned orcs alike, leaving a string of bodies behind so long that the powers at be vowed never to arrest her again.

Neo Eden's citizens feared the war would resume, and it would've had the dwarves not gotten involved. They took up the role of a neutral third party. As master craft-smiths and bankers, they had the funds and materials to appease both sides into a sit-down. Deals were made, and parties were held accountable, resulting in a partial truce. Neither side could ever mobilize their armies again and agreed to limit their battles to small exchanges.

In return, both parties would receive aid from the dwarves to help them overcome the damage done to them.

For the elves, they promised to craft an artificial world tree. While the souls of their ancestors were forever lost, they could at least fill the new tree with the souls of their brother and sister who perished in the blast.

For the orcs, they promised the survival of their race. While there was no cure for the virus the elves unleashed, the dwarves did find a solution: artificial orcs. Their genetic makeup would be a perfect mixture of both parents but immune to the virus, thus ensuring the virus would die with their predecessors. It wasn't ideal since it doomed the naturally born orcs to extinction, but it was the best the dwarves could do.

Since the truce, the heart of Neo Eden called the Paradise, became neutral ground, where violence was strictly prohibited. To break that rule was to go against the dwarves and the humans who allied themselves with them. While their number may have been smaller than those of the orcs and elves, the technology of the dwarves combined with the ingenuity of humans made them a deadly alliance that was not to be trifled with.

However, centuries of hatred and bloodshed don't vanish overnight. Elves and orcs may abide by the truce, but behind closed doors, they're scheming to eliminate each other. With the next generation of both sides joining the fight, ambition, and carelessness will lead to an escalation that threatens everyone.

For Pinky, one of Gramchog's many artificial sons, it would become the perfect chance to prove that despite being "defective," he was just as worthy of his father's name as his brothers. He may have been shorter, weaker, softer, girlier, and thicker than any orc boy should, but he made up for it in other areas. Pinky may be unable to break a wall down with his hands, but he was smart enough to outwit most elves, even the purebloods.

He would make a name for himself by eliminating Frost, the person responsible for his people's suffering. Unfortunately for Pinky, his cockiness and lack of experience in the field would lead to a painful lesson that would be taught the hard way.

Things don't always go according to plan!

[Rookie Mistake]

Pinky sat in his room, scouring the holonet for any information about his target.

Frost!

She was the leader of the purebloods, the oldest and most powerful among the elves. They were composed solely of female elves of royal descent, vastly different from their normal counterparts. Pureblood elves were much taller, rivaling orcs; some, like Frost, were even taller. Instead of the slender and elegant build elves were known for, they were fit and muscular. However, the biggest difference between the two was something Pinky couldn't verify. According to online rumors, all the purebloods were blessed by the World Tree with a gift that allowed them to continue the royal bloodline without needing any men.

It took Pinky another hour of digging through rumors to find someone who could clarify the rumor, and he was speechless when he finally understood its meaning.

In short, all the purebloods had dicks, and Frost, their leader, had the biggest amongst them, carrying a literal monster between her legs.

Pinky was aware that purebloods looked down on elven males and treated them like servants, but if the rumor about them having dicks was true, it answered a lot of questions. Like why his father, Gramchog, refused to talk about his mother, Bella. Unlike his brothers, who were the result of their father combining his genes with the most fearsome female warriors, Pinky was the byproduct of his mother's love. She refused to let him become another cog in their father's war machine, so she snuck into the lab where his gestation tube was and altered his genes with the help of a sympathetic dwarven scientist. His fate of becoming a mighty orc warrior like his father and brothers was forever changed to that of an outcast.

Rather than growing massive muscles like his siblings, Pinky developed a far more feminine figure, his hips, thighs, and butt all developing into a bottom half that would've made the succubi of old jealous. His height was stunted, never growing past 5'8, and he was far too pretty for an orc, his beauty rivaling that of elves. His hair was naturally pink, and to match, he got pink optic implants, earning him his name. Even Pinky's penis was laughable, so small his brothers mocked him, questioning if it was even functional. Pinky never got to ask his mother, Bella, why she doomed him to such a cruel fate. Before he could, she got kidnapped by the purebloods, and it was only now that Pinky understood what his father meant so long ago when he told them they'd had their way with her before ending her life. If he remembered correctly, the purebloods even sent his father a video, which sent him into a bloody rage, resulting in him storming into an elven nightclub and slaying two dozen of their people.

Pinky would've consoled his father, but even before his mother's untimely end, Gramchog showed no interest in him. The most he did for Pinky was give him a roof over his head and a large sum of monthly credits to care for himself, something he'd been doing since he was ten. In Gramchog's eyes, his son was a defective embarrassment to his name, and it crushed Pinky when his own father sent human assassins to get rid of him. While it was true that Pinky lacked the physique to become a cyber-berserker, he did have two advantages that no other orc had: speed and intelligence.

They were the reason he foiled every attempt his family made on his life, and after the eighth time, they stopped trying--a silent and distant form of respect and acknowledgment. However, they refused to accept him as one of them, as a son of the Gramchog, war chief of all orcs and king of the sub-levels.

Their dismissal of him only fueled Pinky. Using his intelligence and the credit his father sent, he augmented himself in ways that went against his people's traditions. Unlike his people, who focused on strength and firepower, Pinky chose to focus on speed, stealth, and, most importantly, durability. With his body, becoming a warrior like his brothers was impossible, but an intelligent and agile assassin was something well within his capabilities.

Four years of bribes, gathering intel, and planning led to today, the day Pinky proved not only to his family but to everyone he was more than the girly outcast they picked on daily. Taking a deep breath, Pinky closed his holonet projector and looked at his appearance in the mirror.

'Today's the day. Everything's in place, and I've accounted for all possible scenarios. The plan's flawless.'

Pinky stood up and stretched briefly before grabbing his weapon of choice: a dual-wield pair of MK8 Mythril pistols. They cost a fortune each but were lightweight and packed enough stopping power to put down anyone unfortunate enough to be in front of the barrel. Ready and more determined than ever, Pinky left his home on ground level, away from his people. As usual, it was raining, but as he looked up at the seemingly endless chrome tower that pierced through grey clouds, Pinky closed his eyes. He let the rain wash over him, a baptism of sorts as he readied to change his life and the history of Neo Eden.

(7 Hours Later)

Loud music and cheerful chants filled the air at Dragon's Den. It was the number-one nightclub in Neo Eden and the favorite place for purebloods to spend the blood money they were so proud of. The club was in elven territory, so needless to say, Pinky couldn't buy his way in no matter how many credits he threw at the bouncer. Luckily, the skyscraper next to the club was under construction and, more importantly, vacant. Pinky quietly observed the rooftop club, scouting the area for any last-minute changes in security. While security was tight, it was also predictable, and they'd gotten annoyed with the bug he installed in their system last week.

If the alarm sounded, the club would get swarmed with more elves than even Pinky could slip past. That's why he'd hacked the alarm system, programming it to go off every half hour, and just as hoped, they shut off until they could fix it. With the alarm system down, it wouldn't go off if someone without authorization passed its security field, which was exactly Pinky's plan. Armed with a nano-wire rifle, he shot a zipline that perfectly connected the two buildings. Once hooked up, he ziplined down to the canopy of Dragon's Den, glancing down at the 285-story drop below him.

'That's... That's a long way down.'

Upon landing on the canopy, Pinky wasted no time disappearing. He activated his inertia dampeners to silence his footsteps and his cloaking field to render himself invisible. He slowly made his way to the canopy's edge and dropped into the club.

'Infiltration complete. Moving to phase 2.'

Now that Pinky was in the club, it was time to find his target. He knew Frost would be at the club tonight celebrating the multi-million credit deal she made with the vampires up north. Despite knowing she'd be in attendance tonight, finding Frost without alerting any purebloods would be difficult, and getting close to her would be even more so. As Pinky slowly walked through the club, he couldn't believe his eyes upon verifying the rumors about the purebloods. Sure enough, they were all sporting bulges of various sizes, with the smallest one he'd seen rivaling orcs.

'The rumors weren't exaggerating when they said they're all huge. If they're this big, then... then how big is Frost?'

Some purebloods weren't even wearing bottoms, letting their large pale cocks hang out in the open for all to see. Pinky even saw some of them getting some action, with a blonde pureblood standing by the bar and flirting with a female elf while she face-fucked another who was kneeling between her legs. However, upon closer inspection, Pink nearly gasped when he realized the female elf who was choking on the pureblood's cock, which seemed to be around 9 inches, was a male elf dressed as a female.

Pinky could see the man crying as the pureblood began making out with the female elf beside her, who was the male's girlfriend. A discovery Pinky only made by getting closer and seeing the relationship band that elven couples wore around their wrist. He knew elf males were poorly treated but never expected such a level of degradation and humiliation. In a way, Pinky saw himself in the male elf, and part of him wanted to help him despite the never-ending war between their races. However, doing so would compromise his mission, so he quietly left just in time to miss the poor elven male get force-fed the entirety of the pureblood's cock. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, and his cheeks bulged as a load so massive erupted in his throat that it began trickling out of his nostrils. The elven female, who was supposed to be his girlfriend, grabbed his hair to keep his lips locked at the base of the pureblood's pulsing cock, ensuring he didn't spill a drop of his replacement's superior seed.

Pinky continued to walk through the club, searching for Frost. All his intel pointed to her being present tonight, but doubt began to sink in after an hour of searching. However, just as he was about to give up, he found her. Lounging comfortably in the back of the VIP section with arms draped over the shoulders of two big-breast human females. Pinky's eyes nearly exploded out of his skull upon seeing the monstrous bulge in her shorts, which both women were massaging.

'Holy fuck! It... It's a fucking monster! She's gonna fuck those two with that... that thing?'

Frost's bulge was more massive than any of the holonet rumors painted it to be. Her testicles were the size of tennis balls, and despite being completely flaccid, her cock was easily in the double digits. It took Pinky a solid two minutes to pry his eyes away from his target's bulge, but upon doing so, he noticed something.

'... the fuck...'

Frost was decked out in new cybernetics that looked like they had just come out of a dwarven lab. Using his optics, Pinky quickly did a base-level scan but couldn't complete a more in-depth one without Frost's systems detecting him. As Pinky scanned Frost, the list of her cybernetic enhancements that flooded his vision seemed endless. He had intel on less than a third of the augments on the list, and it was still growing. It baffled Pinky how Frost's body could withstand so many augments, but he quickly remembered who she was and her status among her people.

'She's not the leader of the purebloods for nothing, but still...'

Pinky had a frighteningly long list of Frost's augments, most of which he had no idea of their function. Yet, the ones that caught his attention the most were her arms and the cerebral nodes all over her body. Both came back as unknown, meaning they were custom-made and exclusive to her. Frost's arms appeared to be made of some carbon alloy with diamonds for nails. Pinky had never seen nor heard of the nodes on her body before, but he couldn't afford to waste any more time.

Pulling out his MK8 Mythril pistol, Pinky carefully closed the distance between them. He was still new to shooting, so he needed to get as close as possible to ensure he hit his target. The closer he got, the denser Frost's security became. Her guards were watching the perimeter of the VIP section while mingling with partygoers, but one was doing so more than the others. A redheaded pureblood named Tallah, which Pinky only knew because he overheard someone call her name, was flirting with an elven female and not paying attention. Her lack of awareness was exactly what Pinky needed. Tallah was supposed to guard Frost's 3 o'clock but gave Pinky the perfect line of sight instead.

'This is it! Take the shot and make history.'

Pinky took a deep breath to calm his nerves and steady his shaky hands. He'd never shot anyone before but had come too far to back out. Knowing he could lose his window of opportunity at any moment, Pinky pulled the trigger but made the rookie mistake of flinching as he did. That minuscule amount of movement was all it took to throw the bullet off course, and instead of striking Frost in the side of her head as he had planned, it shattered the cocktail glass in hand.

He'd failed.

Frost's eyes widened as the realization of what had just happened hit her, and she stood up, alerting her guard. As if assassination attempts on her life were another part of her daily routine, Frost quickly scanned the shattered cocktail glass, making a 3D reconstruction and tracing the trajectory of the bullet in seconds.

Pinky wasted no time and began returning to the canopy to his zipline, but he froze before he could make it more than a couple of meters away from where he'd tried to shoot Frost. A towering and intimidating presence suddenly stood behind him, sending a chill down his spine. Pinky slowly turned and nearly died of shock at the sight of Frost looking directly at him, her optics glowing bright blue.

"Well, well, well. Where do you think you're going, greenie?"

"Y-You can see me?"

"Regularly, no. Your cloaking field is top-of-line, but... I can still see you if I switch to infrared. You may be invisible, but you're giving off a lot of heat!"

"I... I didn't know that."

"Rookie mistake- one you won't live to learn from."

By now, everyone in the club had focused on Frost and her conversation with the invisible assassin who tried killing her. The music had stopped, the crowd had mostly dispersed, and her guards had surrounded Pinky, all of whom had switched to infrared to see him. Having been in a good mood, Frost gave Pink two options, something she wouldn't ordinarily offer.

Option 1 - Give up the name of the orc who hired him; in return, she'll kill him quickly.

Option 2 - She'll slowly take him apart until he talks, ensuring he doesn't die until she's done with him.

Where others would've panicked or begged for their lives, Pinky was instead calm and level-headed. He'd prepared himself to meet his end the moment he infiltrated the nightclub, but that by no means meant he was giving up. Aware that the purebloods could see his thermal signature, Pinky deactivated his cloaking field and faced Frost, who gave him a sinister smile, licking her lips as she drank in the sight of his fat, doughy rear.

"God, damn! You've got a lot of ass, greenie."

"S-So?"

Unafraid of death, Pinky started to feel fear as he watched Frost's massive bulge slightly swell while eyeing his wide hips.

"Mmm, yeah! I'mma have some fun with you. If it's as good as it looks, I might even keep you!"

"Y-Yeah, well... I... I chose option 3!"

Without warning, Pinky grabbed both his pistols and started letting off shots. Unaware of what type of bullets Pinky was shooting, Frost activated her sub-dermal armor, prepared to absorb the impact of the bullets. However, the millisecond after the first round pierced her skin and grazed her shoulder; Frost immediately realized Pinky was firing the one kind of bullet she couldn't absorb. In a fraction of a second, she dodged the oncoming barrage of bullets, diving behind the bar and yelling at her guards to avoid getting hit.

Elves didn't mind using guns, but preferred to use blades instead, seeing them as more elegant. Their blades were sharp enough to cut through the toughest of armors and further sharpened by coursing mana through them. The guards all rushed Pinky, but his speed was on par with Frost. While laying down an endless barrage of suppressing fire, he quickly made his way back to the zipline, but Frost wasn't going to let him, or more importantly, his ass, get away. Using her new cybernetic arms, she shielded her face from the oncoming fire, gritting her teeth as one bullet tore through the side of her abdomen.

Pink barely had enough time to hook himself up to the zipline and escape just as Frost climbed to the top of the canopy. As he returned to his vantage point, Pinky looked back and smiled, giving Frost the middle finger in the process.

"You got lucky! I'll see you soon, Frost!"

"I'm counting on it! Your fat ass is mine when I get you, greenie!"

"Not if I delete you first, you knife-eared bitch!"

"Knife-eared, huh! Don't worry, I'll put that mouth of yours to good use, too!"

"And I've got a bullet with your name on it!"

The two exchanged insults a few more times before Pinky was too far away to hear her. Frost clenched her fist and took a deep breath, fighting through the pain that came with nano regeneration. The gunshot to the side of her abdomen closed within ten seconds and was as good as new. She jumped down to rejoin her guards and walked directly to Tallah, who was too scared to look at anything other than the vacant dance floor.

"B-B-Boss, I... I can..."

"I almost fucking died cus' you were too busy trying to get your dick wet!"

"I... I... I'm sorry! It won't happen again!"

"I know it won't, cus' I'm gonna teach you a lesson right now!"

Tallah began crying and fell to her knees, begging for mercy, despite knowing she wouldn't get any.

"Please! I... I swear, it'll never happen again!"

"You said that already. Y'know, you can be a real pain in my ass, Tallah... think it's time I return the favor."

Tallah's lip trembled as more tears streamed down her face. She didn't fight back as Frost dragged her into the private VIP area, pulling the curtains closed behind her and sparing Tallah the shame of having her sisters watch her punishment. Tallah didn't wait for Frost to command her to strip, already aware of what was coming. Once fully nude, she bent over the table and grabbed its sides for the support she knew she'd need.

"Hmmm, I think a 50% erection will do!"

Tallah didn't dare turn around, instead letting the sound of her boss's monstrous cock ripping through her shorts confirm the inevitable. Still, Tallah tried one last time and begged for mercy, which backfired in the worst possible way.

"P-Please, boss! I'm..."

"Now you're annoying me. I'm taking it up to 65%. I've been taking it easy on you for too long! Spread 'em, bitch!"

"Y-Yes, boss!"

The mixed cries of pleasure and anguish that reverberated from the private VIP room made all the guards thank the old gods for making sure they were paying attention. It'd been over a century since any of them had blundered so severely, and a chill ran down their spine as Tallah's pained cries grew louder as her punishment grew harsher.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

"AAARRRGGGHHHH!! ARGH!! A-ARGH, IT... IT'S BREAKING MEEEEEE!!!"

"YOU AND YOUR BAD HABIT OF GETTING DISTRACTED!!"

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

"MMM, YOU'RE GETTING TIGHTER!"

"ARGH!! ARGH, GODS!! I... I... I CAN'T... I CAN'T HOLD IT!!"

"IF YOU KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR YOU, YOU BETTER NOT FUCKING..."

"UUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHH, NOOOOO...!!!"

There was silence more frightening than death that befell the entire club as the guards all realized Tallah had done the unthinkable and blew her load during punishment. Just as they feared, several loud and harsh-sounding spanks echoed out the room before Frost sadistically informed Tallah her punishment got extended to another round of bone-rattling buttfucking.

It took just over an hour for Frost to emerge from the room, her semi-erect cock covered in the thick sheen of the densest seed in the city, thick globs drooling out of its fat tip as she informed her guards to get ready for war. They all followed Frost to the elevator except for Elyon, the blonde pureblood who had stolen the elven male's girlfriend. Frost instructed her to take Tallah to the nearest cyber-surgeon for repairs, smiling as she told Elyon that she might've broken her. She slowly opened the curtains and saw Tallah slumped over the couch, her bubble butt beat-red and left gapping with their boss's thick seed slowly pouring out of her abused asshole. Even worse, her testicles were severely backed up and bloated from the champagne cork plugging her cock.

Elyon walked over to check on Tallah and saw her unconscious, drooling face. Tallah's eyes fluttered nonstop, and as red error signs continuously ran down her pupils. Elyon wasn't sure if they'd catch the girly orc, who she still couldn't believe was a guy, but if they did, the mere thought of him in Tallah's place while their boss held nothing back made her almost feel bad for him.

The foolish boy took a shot at the queen and missed. The price for attempting such an idiotic plan would be more than he imagined. Even the old gods wouldn't be able to save him once Frost got her hands on Pinky, especially if she decided to keep him.

[Consequences]

It'd been a couple of days since Pink's failed hit on Frost, and the city was in chaos. The elves were pushing into Orc turf in masses, and unlike the last war they fought, where their plans were more reactionary than thought out, they now had a strategy. After scanning the vantage point Pinky had used to sneak into the club, Frost quickly realized he'd acted alone. His plan was far too methodically planned to come from the mind of any of the higher-ranking orcs, whose plans always came down to merely using brute force.

It took Frost no more than a day to identify Pinky and less than an hour to discover where he lived. Luckily, Pinky was smart enough not to return home; otherwise, he would've been caught in the ambush that awaited him. Frost was sparing nothing, using all the resources at her disposal to find Pinky, and since he was an orc, she also had a legitimate reason to start another war.

When word of the failed hit reached Gramchog, he was less upset that someone had tried to kill Frost without his permission and more so that they had botched such a perfect opportunity. Nonetheless, he knew his people weren't in any condition to fight another all-out war with Frost and her people. Half of their people were young, inexperienced artificial orcs, like his sons, who, while eager to fight, were outclassed by the elves, who, in turn, were all veterans. The other half were the original orcs, like himself, who couldn't afford to fall in battle before passing on everything they knew to the next generation.

Gramchog called for a war council to be made, hoping they could at least show enough resistance that the elves would think twice about pushing any further into their turf. The council was organized, and a meeting was held in a secure hideout that no one besides the people he trusted most should've known about. So, imagine the shock on Gramchog's face when the wall beside him exploded in the middle of his eldest son, Durang, going over possible plans of attack. The blast disoriented everyone, but by the time they pulled themselves together, it was too late.

They were all surrounded by the "Neon Reapers"- an elite commando squad of purebloods personally led by Frost, who strutted into the meeting room, put a mana round into Durang's head, and took his seat at the table. The orcs were ready to tear their elven assailants apart, but Gramchog knew better. Only a handful of orcs who faced the Neon Reapers lived to tell the tale, and as one of them, he knew it only took three out of the dozen that surrounded them to wipe them all out.

Frost sat at the head of the table with her feet kicked up and her hands behind her head. She looked directly into Gramchog's eyes and smiled before clicking her heels together, signaling her troops to dispose of the green brutes. Gramchog, chieftain of all orcs and war master for the past two wars against the elves, kept a stoic expression as his sons and closest allies were all killed before him. He was the only one left alive and figured if he were going to fall, it would be like a warrior. Despite being at gunpoint from several angles, he stood up, grabbed the table's edge, and flipped through the hole the elves had blown in the wall.

With the center of the room clear, Gramchog walked to its center, cracking his neck before speaking to Frost.

"Come!"

The Neon Reapers were ready to fill Gramchog with more holes than sponge, but before they could pull the trigger, Frost raised a finger in opposition. She stood up and kicked her chair away before stripping herself of all her clothing, ordering her arch-nemesis to do the same. Gramchog obeyed but struggled to stop staring at the monster between Frost's legs. The video of the purebloods having their way with his wife replaying in his mind, and as if Frost could read his mind, she grabbed her flaccid phallus, slapping it against her thigh to gain his attention.

"Eyes up here, big boy!"

"Only one of us is walking away from this."

"And we both know it's gonna be me!"

Without uttering another word, both leaders rushed at each other, determined to end the rivalry that stretched back over two centuries. However, the fight wasn't anywhere near as close as Gramchog had thought it'd be. When the two had fought, they were relatively even in the past, but it was a different story now. Frost had multiple high-spec cybernetics that made her a one-man army.

She was faster, so none of Gramchog's blows landed.

She was stronger, something that baffled him when she threw a punch so powerful his body instinctively dodged it, aware it would've taken his head clean off.

She was even more durable. During the fight, she managed to grab her leg and ragdoll her like a toy, slamming her body several times before she slipped free. Yet, she got to her feet as if nothing happened.

Gramchog, the strongest orc in Neo Eden, was outclassed in every way by an elf. The fight didn't last more than five minutes, with Frost as the victor, standing atop Gramchog's bruised and broken body. With a bloodshot eye, he looked up at Frost, and for the first time in the proud warrior's life, he began shedding tears. However, he wasn't crying because he was about to meet his end. Instead, these were tears of shame. He was the hero his people admired, yet he was beaten so easily without leaving so much as a scratch of Frost's body. The Neon Reapers all began laughing, mocking him for crying, but Frost quickly silenced them.

Gramchog and Frost had traded blows and blood for centuries. Although they were bitter enemies, there was still a modicum of respect, which was why she could understand why he was crying. He wanted a warrior's end. Instead, he was beaten like a mere child, destroying the pride he held for his strength, the very foundation of who he was.

Frost walked over to her clothes and grabbed a wraith charge--a highly explosive bomb that unleashed the destructive power of fire spirits. With the charge in hand, she gestured for Gramchog to come at her. Aware of what Frost was doing, he got to his unsteady feet and looked at her with increasingly blurry vision.

"Don't worry, big boy! I'll send you out with a bang!"

"T-Thank you!"

"Well... time to end this game of ours!"

With a final battle cry that honored his ancestors, Gramchog ran at Frost with a smile and threw the last punch of his life. Out of respect, Frost took the blow head-on, shattering her nose and orbital socket. Gritting her teeth through the pain, she put all her strength behind her new cybernetic arms, her fist punching a hole straight into Gramchog's chest. With it still lodged in his ribcage, Frost primed the wraith charge and pulled her fist out, causing the Gramchog's corpse to fall to the ground.

Frost and the Neon Reapers left the hideout, which exploded into a massive blue fireball moments later. The fire was massive, engulfing the entire building just like she wanted. Her respect for Gramchog extended past giving him a warrior's death. Frost had also given him a funeral pyre worthy of his name, Gramchog, chieftain of all orcs and king of the sub-levels.

One of the Neon Reapers approached Frost and gave her an update on the war.

"We've taken over levels 120-106, but the lower we go the more resistance we..."

"Tell everyone to pull back."

"What? B-But, with Gramchog dead..."

"Exactly! I cut the head off the snake, and without it, the body will slowly die. We don't need to capture the rest of the sub-level because the orcs will never be as organized as they were when Gramchog was alive. They'll be tearing each other apart within six months! In a year, they'll run out of resources and have no choice but to work under us. The war was over the second Gramchog left sub-level 1. We'd have never gotten him if he stayed down there."

They all piled into the armored SUV they'd arrived in, and as they began driving away, Elyon quickly gave Frost an update she'd just gotten from the team tracking down Pinky.

"Boss, we got a hit on Piky!"

"Where?" Frost said, excitement dripping from her lips.

"Surface-level, upper east side! Looks like he's trying to skip town on the mag-rail. We can get there in less than..."

"Greenie's got some brains."

"What do you mean?"

"He's not at the station. Think about it. We'd been searching the whole city for days and couldn't find him, but suddenly, he decided to use public transportation to run. Nah, I'm not buying it! If I were trying to skip town, I'd use..."

A lightbulb went off in Frost's head after realizing where Pinky would be. She smiled, telling Elyon to head to the surface toward the south docks.

They had a boat to catch!

(20 Minutes Later)

It'd been a couple of days since Pink's failed hit on Frost, and the city was in chaos. The elves were pushing into Orc turf in masses, and unlike the last war they fought, where their plans were more reactionary than thought out, they now had a strategy. After scanning the vantage point Pinky had used to sneak into the club, Frost quickly realized he'd acted alone. His plan was far too methodically planned to come from the mind of any of the higher-ranking orcs, whose plans always came down to merely using brute force.

It took Frost no more than a day to identify Pinky and less than an hour to discover where he lived. Luckily, Pinky was smart enough not to return home; otherwise, he would've been caught in the ambush that awaited him. Frost was sparing nothing, using all the resources at her disposal to find Pinky, and since he was an orc, she also had a legitimate reason to start another war.

When word of the failed hit reached Gramchog, he was less upset that someone had tried to kill Frost without his permission and more so that they had botched such a perfect opportunity. Nonetheless, he knew his people weren't in any condition to fight another all-out war with Frost and her people. Half of their people were young, inexperienced artificial orcs, like his sons, who, while eager to fight, were outclassed by the elves, who, in turn, were all veterans. The other half were the original orcs, like himself, who couldn't afford to fall in battle before passing on everything they knew to the next generation.

Gramchog called for a war council to be made, hoping they could at least show enough resistance that the elves would think twice about pushing any further into their turf. The council was organized, and a meeting was held in a secure hideout that no one besides the people he trusted most should've known about. So, imagine the shock on Gramchog's face when the wall beside him exploded in the middle of his eldest son, Durang, going over possible plans of attack. The blast disoriented everyone, but by the time they pulled themselves together, it was too late.

They were all surrounded by the "Neon Reapers"- an elite commando squad of purebloods personally led by Frost, who strutted into the meeting room, put a mana round into Durang's head, and took his seat at the table. The Orcs were ready to tear their elven assailants apart, but Gramchog knew better. Only a handful of orcs who faced the Neon Reapers lived to tell the tale, and as one of them, he knew it only took three out of the dozen that surrounded them to wipe them all out.

Frost sat at the head of the table with her feet kicked up and her hands behind her head. She looked directly into Gramchog's eyes and smiled before clicking her heels together, signaling her troops to dispose of the green brutes. Gramchog, chieftain of all orcs and war master for the past two wars against the elves, kept a stoic expression as his sons and closest allies were all killed before him. He was the only one left alive and figured if he were going to fall, it would be like a warrior. Despite being at gunpoint from several angles, he stood up, grabbed the table's edge, and flipped through the hole the elves had blown in the wall.

With the center of the room clear, Gramchog walked to its center, cracking his neck before speaking to Frost.

"Come!"

The Neon Reapers were ready to fill Gramchog with more holes than a sponge, but before they could pull the trigger, Frost raised a finger in opposition. She stood up and kicked her chair away before stripping herself of all her clothing, ordering her arch-nemesis to do the same. Gramchog obeyed but struggled to stop staring at the monster between Frost's legs. The video of the purebloods having their way with his wife replaying in his mind, and as if Frost could read his mind, she grabbed her flaccid phallus, slapping it against her thigh to gain his attention.

"Eyes up here, big boy!"

"Only one of us is walking away from this."

"And we both know it's gonna be me!"

Without uttering another word, both leaders rushed at each other, determined to end the rivalry that stretched back over two centuries. However, the fight wasn't anywhere near as close as Gramchog had thought it'd be. When the two had fought, they were relatively even in the past, but it was a different story now. Frost had multiple high-spec cybernetics that made her a one-man army.

She was faster, so none of Gramchog's blows landed.

She was stronger, something that baffled him when she threw a punch so powerful his body instinctively dodged it, aware it would've taken his head clean off.

She was even more durable. During the fight, she managed to grab her leg and ragdoll her like a toy, slamming her body several times before she slipped free. Yet, she got to her feet as if nothing had happened.

Gramchog, the strongest orc in Neo Eden, was outclassed in every way by an elf. The fight didn't last more than five minutes, with Frost as the victor, standing atop Gramchog's bruised and broken body. With a bloodshot eye, he looked up at Frost, and for the first time in the proud warrior's life, he began shedding tears. However, he wasn't crying because he was about to meet his. Instead, these were tears of shame. He was the hero his people admired, yet he was beaten so easily without leaving so much as a scratch on Frost's body. The Neon Reapers all began laughing, mocking him for crying, but Frost quickly silenced them.

Gramchog and Frost had traded blows and blood for centuries. Although they were bitter enemies, there was still a modicum of respect, which was why she could understand why he was crying. He wanted a warrior's end. Instead, he was beaten like a mere child, destroying the pride he held for his strength, the very foundation of who he was.

Frost walked over to her clothes and grabbed a wraith charge--a highly explosive bomb that unleashed the destructive power of fire spirits. With the charge in hand, she gestured for Gramchog to come at her. Aware of what Frost was doing, he got to his unsteady feet and looked at her with increasingly blurry vision.

"Don't worry, big boy! I'll send you out with a bang!"

"T-Thank you!"

"Well... time to end this game of ours!"

With a final battle cry that honored his ancestors, Gramchog ran at Frost with a smile and threw the last punch of his life. Out of respect, Frost took the blow head-on, shattering her nose and orbital socket. Gritting her teeth through the pain, she put all her strength behind her new cybernetic arms, her fist punching a hole straight into Gramchog's chest. With it still lodged in his ribcage, Frost primed the wraith charge and pulled her fist out, causing the Gramchog's corpse to fall to the ground.

Frost and the Neon Reapers left the hideout, which exploded into a blue fireball moments later. The fire was massive, engulfing the entire building just like she wanted. Her respect for Gramchog extended past giving him a warrior's death. Frost had also given him a funeral pyre worthy of his name, Gramchog, chieftain of all orcs and king of the sub-levels.

One of the Neon Reapers approached Frost and gave her an update on the war.

"We've taken over levels 120-106, but the lower we go, the more resistance we..."

"Tell everyone to pull back."

"What? B-But, with Gramchog dead..."

"Exactly! I cut the head off the snake, and without it, the body will slowly die. We don't need to capture the rest of the sub-level because the Orcs will never be as organized as they were when Gramchog was alive. They'll be tearing each other apart within six months! In a year, they'll run out of resources and have no choice but to work under us. The war was over the second Gramchog left sub-level 1. We'd have never gotten him if he stayed down there."

They all piled into the armored SUV they'd arrived in, and as they began driving away, Elyon quickly gave Frost an update she'd just gotten from the team tracking down Pinky.

"Boss, we got a hit on Piky!"

"Where?" Frost said, excitement dripping from her lips.

"Surface-level, upper east side! One of the newbies spotted him in a car headed toward the city limits. Looks like he's trying to skip town."

"Found ya', greenie!"

(20 Minutes Later)

Pinky's eyes were red and puffy, having spent the last few minutes crying. The biochip that linked him to his father and brothers had lost connection with theirs, indicating they were dead. What started out as a plan to prove to himself and others that he was worthy of his father's name spiralled into a bloodbath that got his entire family killed. Shame, guilt, and fear gripped Pinky as he drove with the windows down, the hot desert air somewhat calming him down enough to avoid another emotional breakdown.

He reached over and tuned the radio to a station playing music to further distract himself from the reality he'd created. He was alone, with an army led by a sadistic pureblooded elf who was hung like a horse, scouring every corner of the city for him. By the skin of his teeth, Pinky narrowly avoided multiple patrols and sold his Mythril pistols for a car with no tracker.

He still had a high-powered electromagnetic sub-machine gun for protection, but it lacked the stopping power his pistols carried. Still, it was better than nothing.

Pinky was about fifty miles outside Neo Eden, with nothing but the vast desert surrounding him. He didn't really have a plan, but now that he'd left the only home he'd ever known, the life of a nomad didn't seem so bad. Out here in the scorched wasteland, people didn't care who you were, where you came from, what you did before, only if you were a friend or a foe.

There was a simplicity to it that Pinky liked. It lacked the street politics that could get a person killed for speaking badly of someone else. He started wondering what his life and that of his deceased family would've been like had they been born out here. Would they have still treated him like an outcast? Would they even live a life of crime? These were questions that got Pinky thinking about his life and why he never left Neo Eden.

Questions that distracted him and allowed a car to pull up behind him. The sound of another vehicle so close to him broke Pinky out of his thoughts. The car slowly pulled beside him, his hand already clutching his gun. Pinky watched as the window rolled down and sighed in relief once he saw it was a human. It was a bit difficult to hear him past all the air rushing by, but Pinky heard enough to understand that the guy was asking if he knew how far the next city was.

Before Pinky could answer, he heard something. A loud, high-pitched screech, and it was rapidly approaching them. Then, as if everything was moving at a fraction of its normal speed, Pinky watched as the car beside him exploded, the blast nearly driving him off the road. Barely able to control the car, he managed to stay on the road and look behind him.

"T-There's no way she came with this many people!"

Behind him was an entire convoy, approximately two dozen cars long, with three hovercrafts flying closely beside them. Pinky watched in horror as the sunroof of the lead vehicle opened and the color drained from his face upon seeing Frost and her crazed, sadistic smile.

"OOOOHHHH, PINKY!!! I'M BAAAAAACK!!!"

"Fuck this!!"

Pinky tossed the gun onto the passenger seat and stomped on the gas pedal. The car lurched forward as it rapidly accelerated, but the Neon Reapers were right behind. A storm of bullets and micro rockets began showering him like rain coming down perpendicular to the ground. Most of the bullets bounced off the reinforced hull, but the higher caliber shots were slowly tearing the car apart.

He needed to do something, otherwise one of the rounds flying at him would eventually kill him, or worse, Frost would capture him. Up ahead was the only bridge to cross a vast canyon that ran through the wastelands. Seeing it, Pinky quickly formulated a plan. He had extra fuel in the back seat and would use it to blow the bridge, stopping the convoy, and Frost, leaving on the hovercrafts to deal with.

Yet, before he could put his plan into motion, Frost's car rammed into his, rear-ending Pinky so hard that had he not been cybernetically augmented, the whiplash alone would've killed him. He grabbed his sub-machine gun and sprayed out the back windshield, forcing the driver of the car behind him to spin out and crash into a few others in the convoy, but it was too late.

Pinky heard a loud metal thud come from the roof of his car. He released a high-pitched feminine scream when a bionic arm punched through the roof and grabbed a fistful of his hair. Pinky swerved the vehicle left and right, trying to shake off his assailant, who was none other than Frost. She quickly released Pinky's hair and peeled the roof back like a tin can, sending a chill down Pinky's spine.

"You thought you could get away... from me?"

"FUCK YOUUUUUUUU!!!"

Pinky pulled the trigger to unload the rest of the magazine at Frost, but she was a millisecond faster. Covering the barrel opening with the palm of her cybernetic arm, Frost blocked the bullets from leaving the barrel, causing the gun to jam. Pinky watched in horror as she bent the barrel, rendering his only firearm useless.

"Oh, Pinky! I hope you got something else up your sleeve, otherwise this game of ours is gonna come to an end!"

"Good thing I've still got this!!"

Pinky grabbed the fuel in the backseat and placed the bent barrel of his gun into the nozzle before tossing it out the window. The heat from the rounds that failed to clear the barrel ignited the fuel, causing it to explode and nearly knock Frost off the roof. While not powerful enough to blow the bridge, the blast caused it to list heavily to the right.

Pinky didn't see Frost on the roof and thought she'd gotten blown off by the explosion. Unfortunately for him, he'd once again underestimated the queen of Neo Eden. Frost surprised Pinky by ripping off the passenger side door and climbing into the car with him. She rushed him, grabbing his neck before dragging her tongue up his cheek.

"Game over, Pinky!! Your ass is mine!!"

"N-No! No, you..."

Suddenly, there was a loud cracking sound, and they both watched as the end of the bridge they were driving toward collapsed, aligning the road with the side of the canyon. Pinky was breathing faster than ever before, but made up his mind in less than a second. Stomping on the accelerator, he planned on crashing the car directly into the canyon wall to take himself out, a better alternative than being captured by Frost. She immediately realized what Pinky was planning and tightened her grip around his neck.

"Stop the fucking car!!"

"Make me you pointy-eared bitch!! But you'll have to kill me to do that!"

"Tch, you know this won't kill me!!"

"Yeah, but you won't get me... won't get my ass!! I may not win, but neither do you!!"

Frost only had a few seconds before the car was reduced to a lump of twisted metal and lost the fattest ass she'd ever seen. She looked around to see if there was anything she could, noticing the river at the base of the canyon. It was risky but it was better than losing Pinky, than losing his ass.

She grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it toward her, causing the car to veer straight toward the guardrail. Pinky's heart nearly leaped out of his chest as the car flew through the guardrail and dove off the bridge toward the raging river below.

"HOLY SHIIIIIIIITTTTT!!!!"

"Looks like I won, Pinky! You're gonna get it good for making me work this hard!!"

"YOU CRAZY BITCH!! WE'RE GONNA FUCKING...."

The last thing Pinky felt was water splashing against his face, the force strong enough to knock him out. The river's strong current pulled his unconscious body from the wreck, but a cybernetic arm grabbed him before he was swept away.

Frost emerged from the water, exhausted, having nearly drowned rescuing Pinky! She dragged his body onto the riverbank and sat beside him. While she waited for her team to pick her up, she glanced over at Pinky, his drenched pants clinging to his juicy bottom like a second skin. Frost reached over and tore the back of Pinky's pants off, smiling at the sight of bare green cheeks. She kneaded them, biting her lip after realizing they were even softer than they looked. She then spread them, her massive cock surging with excitement. Between Pinky's fat, doughy cheeks was a green star tighter than any other hole she'd ever seen.

"Talk about a tight looking hole!! Oh yeah, I'm gonna love breaking this in!"

Capturing Pinky was worth all the effort!

[Reparations]

Pinky awoke with a blistering headache. It felt as if he was hit in the head with a bat, which wasn't far off from the three-hundred-meter dive the car took into the river. It took him a second to sit up, his body sore from the impact. How he didn't lose his life was a mystery, but Pinky wasn't going to question why he was still breathing. His eyes were unfocused, so it took him a bit to fully wake up and check his surroundings.

'H-How the hell did I get here?'

Pinky found himself in a lavish bedroom, lying in a large circular bed in the center of the room. He pulled the silk sheets off himself and saw that he was naked. Everything seemed in order; there were no injuries on him. The only oddity was the small blue cage on his penis, something he definitely remembered not putting on. Pinky got out of bed and walked over to a nearby mirror, inspecting the cage more closely. Composed of high-quality steel that seemed to be enchanted by some sort of spell, Pinky knew there was no possible way he could remove it without assistance.

His eyes drifted to the nearby window, seeing something move in his peripheral vision. What Pinky saw shocked him to his core: flocks of birds flying by as they effortlessly glided through the air. To him, they were the freest creatures on the planet, able to fly and explore anywhere their hearts desired. Pinky had never seen them since they remained above the dense layer of polluted clouds separating everyday people from the ultra-wealthy above, who lived comfortably in their ivory towers.

It was now clear to Pinky where he was, but the more important question was how he got there. Those who lived in the towers' upper floors wouldn't bat an eye at an orc drowning, let alone one that looked as feminine as he did. The answer wouldn't be found staying here, so Pinky decided to explore the rest of his savior's home. He looked for anything to wear, but nothing in the closet or drawers would fit him.

Ultimately, Pinky resigned himself to leaving the bedroom naked. As soon as he did, he was met by a massive living room that was easily three times larger than most of the homes in the sub-levels. As Pinky continued exploring, he noticed the intricate way technology and nature had blended together. He'd never seen such a design before and was fascinated by the blue glow that various branches emerging from the floor and walls were emitting.

Pinky's stomach growled.

It'd been a while since his last meal, and given how wealthy his savior appeared to be, he figured they wouldn't mind if he helped himself to their food. He walked over and opened the fridge, licking his lips at the sight of all the delicious food inside. Pinky was about to grab some fruit but froze once he felt an intense gaze coming from behind him.

The gaze focused on his ass.

It felt sinister, lustful, and hungry.

But worst of all, it felt familiar.

'No! Oh god, please, no! Not... Not her.'

Pinky's eyes began welling with tears as he mustered what little courage he had to turn around and face who he desperately hoped wasn't who he thought it was. Unfortunately for Pinky, it was exactly who his body had come to fear instinctively.

Frost!

She stood behind Pinky, completely naked, with her hands on her hips while giving him the crazed smile that'd forever haunt him. Pinky screamed at himself internally not to look, but his eyes were too curious not to. They traveled down Frost's body, taking in her perfect, perky breasts before widening like a deer in headlights upon reaching her crotch. Pinky had already known the Queen of Neo Eden was packing serious heat, but the throbbing slab of elven she-meat between her legs was an absolute monster. It was longer and thicker than his forearm, jutting straight out of her crotch with an upward curve. It was a gigantic, girthy cock but looked hard enough to be classified as a weapon.

"You like what you see, Pinky?"

"N-No! No fucking way is that... that thing going up my ass!!"

"Oh yes, it is!! Mmm, I'm gonna break in that tight ass of yours, greenie!"

"Fuck this!!"

Pinky immediately activated his cloaking field but regulated his core temperature so that Frost couldn't locate him by switching to infrared vision. However, as Pinky made a beeline for the elevator, he became confused when Frost calmly took a seat on the couch.

'Why isn't she coming after me?'

The answer to Pinky's question came in the form of the cage around his penis rapidly shrinking while sending electrical jolts directly into his testicles. The pain was so excruciating that Pinky collapsed onto the floor, rocking side to side, while holding his genitals, which continued to get compressed by the shrinking cage. He deactivated his cloaking field, showing Frost his teary face as the pain worsened every second. It was too much for Pinky, who used the last of his strength to crawl to Frost, who smiled at his pitiful state.

"A-ARRRGGGG!! PLEAAAASEE!! MAKE... MAKE IT STOP!!!"

"Only because you asked so nicely!" she said in a mocking, sarcastic tone.

Frost looked down at Picky's teary face and snapped her fingers, causing the cage to revert to its original size, which was still uncomfortably tight but bearable. With a sinister ear to ear smile, she explained that the cage she'd put on his tiny cock had a neural link directly to her brain, allowing her to adjust its size and voltage on a whim. However, the most terrifying feature was that if, for any reason, Pinky was farther than 5 meters from Frost, the cage would send out a micro-emp, shorting out all of his cybernetics, which would lead to a painful end.

In short, Pinky had to do whatever Frost wanted or have his manhood squeezed by its chrome prison and couldn't run away without forfeiting his life.

Pinky, who'd planned every step of his plan down to the most minute details, couldn't figure a way out of his current position. He was effectively Frost's plaything and had no means of escape.

Without warning, Frost violently grabbed a handful of Pinky's hair and dragged him back into the bedroom, tears welling up in his eyes as vivid images of his immediate future flashed before him. Like the object, Frost saw him as Pinky got tossed onto the bed, but his new owner straddled his chest before he could regain his bearings. She effortlessly grabbed his wrists and pinned them above his head with one hand while the other guided the throbbing missile between her legs to his quivering lips.

Frost smeared the precum her cock was leaking onto Pinky's lips, prodding them with her bulbous head. She had no intention of giving him any commands, wanting him to submit to her cock of his own accord. Of course, she incentivized him by slowly shrinking the cage around his pathetic cock, making the feminine orc gangster squirm beneath her. The pain was steadily increasing, causing Pinky's face to redden slowly, but he stood firm, refusing to let Frost's monstrous elven cock into his mouth.

However, there was only so much he could take. Pinky wasn't sure when he'd started holding his breath, but the need for oxygen grew, and he could feel a jaw-dropping gasp coming. He held out for a few more seconds but couldn't take the burning in his chest anymore. With an evil smile, Frost thrust the head of her cock into his mouth the instant it opened.

"MMPPHH!! MPH!!"

"Mmmm, told you I'd put that mouth to good use!!"

Frost wasted no time, pistoning her cock into Pinky's mouth. With each thrust, she fed him a bit more, creeping toward the entrance of his throat. Pinky had tears streaming down his face. His jaw ached from being stretched open so widely, and a quick glance at the cock in his mouth made him whimper.

'T-There's more than half left!!'

Pinky's mouth was better than Frost had expected. She knew he had no experience sucking dick, so she wasn't expecting much. Yet, despite him doing nothing, Pinky's lips wrapped around her cock felt better than most of the blowjobs her previous toys had given her. With some training, she was sure he'd become the best cock sucker in Neo Eden.

Still, as much as Frost enjoyed Pinky's lips wrapped around her cock, her eyes were set on another hole.

One far, far tighter.

She unceremoniously withdrew her cock from Pinky's lips and quickly conjured a pair of mana cuffs, binding his hands behind his back. Pinky was confused and relieved that Frost took her cock out of his mouth. A few seconds longer, and she'd have jammed it down his throat. He looked at Frost, who kneeled on the bed beside him, the first third of her throbbing cock covered in a glistening sheen of precum and saliva.

The way she was staring at Pinky made a chill run down his spine. It was as if he were a fresh meal placed before a starving predator. It took him a second to realize what was about to happen, and fear of the likes that he'd never experienced filled Pinky's entire being.

"N-No."

"Oh, yeah!! You know what time it is, greenie!"

"St-Stay back!!" Pinky said as he slowly crawled away from Frost.

"Mmmm, I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you'll wish you'd saved a bullet for yourself that night! C'mere, greenie!!"

"NOOOOOO!!!"

Pinky didn't care about the cage's failsafe and made a run for it. He was more scared of having such a massive cock crater, his virgin butthole, than he was of dying from a cyberware meltdown. However, he underestimated the hunger and lust Frost had for his ass. Pinky made it no more than a few feet before he got tackled from behind. He tried breaking free from Frost's grasp but couldn't move an inch further. Turning his head to look behind him, Pinky broke into a fear-filled sweat upon seeing the crazed, sadistic look on Frost's face.

"You little bitch!! You actually made a run for it!!"

"W-Wait! We... We can work something out."

"You've got no leverage, greenie!! You and this fat bitch-boy ass are mine!! Time to get in that ass!!"

Frost didn't bother dragging Pinky back to the bed, deciding to break into his virgin hole right there on the floor. Pinky froze once he felt his plump buttcheeks get spread and tried scurrying away a second time after Frost spat on his quivering hole. She quickly grabbed his ankles and yanked him back toward herself, wedging her massive cock between his green doughy globes in the process.

Pinky couldn't believe how big Frost's cock was. It went clean through his cheeks as she hotdogged them, and his heart rate doubled once he felt it grow.

'It gets bigger?'

Frost's cock, which was previously at an 80% erection, had surged with excitement and reached a 100% erection, something she hadn't done in centuries. In the past, every slut she'd gone all out with was left a broken shell of their former self, a few even losing their lives in the process. Now fully erect, Frost's cock would not only wreck Pinky's deliciously juicy bottom but also break his will to resist her.

She stretched her right leg forward and stepped on Pinky's face, keeping him still while she squeezed his green, pillowy globes together, massaging her cock as she readied herself to cut loose on the feminine orc boy that tried assassinating her. Pinky's struggles were all in vain, only making his butt jiggle for the hung elven queen drooling for his virgin backdoor.

Still, despite knowing how futile it was, Pinky frantically tried escaping once he felt the throbbing slab of elven she-meat start descending. Fear, the likes of which only the gods of old could instill in orcs, filled Pinky's entire being as Frost's spongy cockhead planted itself squarely on his butthole.

Pinky looked back at Frost with tears, fear, and desperation in his eyes. However, in return, all he saw in hers were lust, anger, sadism, and a void where mercy would've resided. With a firm grip on his wide hips, Frost steadily pulled Pinky back onto her cock while slowly thrusting forward, eager to spear him. The growing pressure on his butthole was unbearable, making him clench his jaw as he tried to deny Frost's cock entry.

Unfortunately for Pinky, he stood no chance against her. Between her superior strength, the steel-like hardness of her cock, and the slick, precum-dripping head he'd sucked on, Pinky's anus was trying its best to win an unwinnable battle. Even though he was clenching as hard as possible, which only excited Frost, Pinky felt his backdoor get slowly forced open.

"Get ready, greenie!! I'm gonna make you my bitch!"

"Noooo!!! P-Please!! I-I'll do anything!!"

Then, the inevitable happened. With a sharp thrust of her hips, Frost's meaty cockhead plunged into Pinky's ass with a disgustingly wet, lewd pop!

*POP*

"UUUUUUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH, NOOOOOOOO....."

"OH, YEAH!! TALK ABOUT TIGHT!!

Pinky's once virgin butthole had widened to three times its original size, stretched tightly around a throbbing elven cock that continued to sink further into his incredibly tight rectum. Frost wasn't giving Pinky any time to acclimate to having such a monster in his ass, giving him more and more cock with each thrust while drooling from the corners of her crazed, sadistic smile. She was getting off on Pinky's pain and discomfort just as much as the pleasure she felt from having his ass strangle her cock. Every thrust made Pinky wince and cry, which made Frost want to fuck him even harder.

"AGH!! A-AAAARRRGGGHHHHH!! O-OH, GODS, IT... IT'S TOO BIIIIIIGGG!!!..."

"Nah, it's the perfect size for an ass this fat!! Fuck!!! This hole's better than pussy!! Gonna have fun turning it into one!!"

"... O-OUT!! TAKE IT OUT!!!"

"Not even if there was a gun to my head!! Here's more, bitch!!"

Frost treated fem-bots better than she was treating Pinky. If anyone could take her cock when fully erect and without her holding back, it was her new toy. Pinky squirmed beneath her as his ass was cratered by a cock so massive it crept toward his belly button despite having taken only half. The deeper Frost's cock sank into his bubbly rear, the more he struggled to breathe.

Pinky could feel the cock bulge in his belly, rubbing against the cool floor, causing more tears to leave his wincing eyes as a tinge of something he refused to accept jolted up his spine.

Pleasure!

As Frost continued on her quest of burying her cock down to its meaty base in Pinky's ass, her sadistic smile grew upon noticing his caged penis dribbling precum like a broken faucet. Seeing how his body was slowly enjoying her cock while his mind still hated her filled Frost with glee. Biting her lip, Frost gyrated her hips, stirring Pinky's guts, which made his entire body shudder.

"Mmmmm, you like that, huh?"

"N-NoOoOoOooo..."

"Really? How about this?"

Before Pinky could answer or even question what Frost had planned, she withdrew her cock until only its fat bulbous head remained inside him. Then, without warning, Frost drove it back in, slamming the whole thing into Pinky's ass.

*THWAP*

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHH..."

"Mmmm, fuck yeah! Now we're talking!!

Frost immediately repeated the process. Again and again and again. In seconds the thunderous sounds of Pinky's fat cheeks clapping against her filled the room as Frost drilled into his asshole without mercy. Nothing could have prepared Pinky for the buttfucking he was enduring. Each thrust knocked the wind out of his lungs and made a jolt of pleasure run up his spine, where they slowly melted his brain.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

"UGH!! UUUGGGHHH, D-DEEP... SO DEEEEEPPP!!

"OoOoOoHhHh, this ass is to die for!! Catching you was worth all the..."

"UUUUUGGGGHHHHH, GAAAAWWWDDDD!!!"

Frost halted her anal assault on Pinky, grinning as she watched watery, barely white globs dribble out of his caged penis. He'd had the cum literally fucked out of him, and his body's uncontrollable shuddering made his green pillowy globes jiggle on her sheathed cock. Had it been anyone else, Frost would've been enraged, but Pinky was different. One look at his heavy, fluttering eyes was all it took for Frost to see the pleasure and shame mixed behind them.

Whether forced to or not, Pinky had blown his load from having a cock drill his ass, and he hated himself for it.

With her cock still buried in his butt, Pinky looked back at Frost. The cockiness and defiance from when they first met at the club when he tried killing her were gone. All that remained was a teary, flushed face with a pleading expression. He opened his mouth to speak, droll running down the corners of his trembling.

"P-Please! I... I'm sorry!"

"You tried to put a bullet in my head and think an apology makes us even? Pft, not even close!"

"I... I can't take it anymore!! It's too big!!"

"You'll take it because I want you to. I own you, end of discussion!! Now, enough talking! I've got a fat load with your name on it, and I'm gonna pound your fat green ass until it's filled to the brim. Take it, bitch!!"

"OOOOHHH, NOOOOOOO.....!!!"

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

If Pinky thought Frost was mercilessly drilling his ass before, then what she was doing now was out of pure lust and malice. The ferocity with which she pumped away at his plump cheeks was solely for her pleasure. Pinky was gritted his teeth and wincing as he was fucked with less care than a replaceable fem-bot. Each thrust from Frost was like a sledgehammer forcefully rearranging his guts and turning him into the perfect cock-sleeve.

Frost was covered from head to toe in advanced cyberware, yet her monstrous cock, the only part of her that remained fully organic, was the most dangerous part of her. As it continued to ravage Pinky's asshole, his body slowly began going limp, unable to withstand the vicious anal assault that was breaking his body and mind. Red error messages began flooding his field of vision as the enormous elven cock in his ass continued to leak its thick precum, which secretly had thousands of nanites in each spurt that were forcefully shutting down his augments.

Pinky lost track of time, unsure of how long he'd been gritting his teeth through the buttfucking of the century. It was almost dusk now, and after several hours, Frost had finally reached the limit of how long she could withhold the tsunami of seed boiling in her fat, bloated testicles. She now had Pinky in the mating press, his legs trapped behind his head, and her cold metallic fingers wrapped around his throat, choking her toy, which in turn made him even tighter as the fifth load was fucked out of him.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

"You green breedable bitch!! Your kind deserves... Ugh, fuck... only death. Barbarism and savagery runs in your filth blood, and there's... Uuuuuggghhhh... no room for you mongrels in... MY... CITY!!!"

"... EEEHHH!!!... EH... E-E-EEEHHHHHHHH!!!"

"You... Uugghh, that's so fucking good!!.. You should be grateful I didn't put a bullet in your head and scrap you for parts. Instead, you get the honor of becoming my toy, and I'm gonna use your fat green ass... as much as... I... WANT!!!"

Frost was drooling while strangling Pinky with just enough force to make his already incredibly tight asshole clench like a hydraulic press crushing scrap metal but not enough to make him pass out and miss all the fun of having the cum literally fucked out of him. On the other hand, Pinky was a mess. Tears, snot, and drool ran down his face while his heavy eyes fluttered uncontrollably. Though Frost was brutally drilling his ass, the sheer magnitude of the pleasure he'd tried denying was immeasurable, and it was that very pleasure that broke Pinky.

His caged penis, if freed, would no longer function without Frost's meaty elven cock buried in his rear, and the intellect he'd been so proud of was lost in the permanent fog his mind now operated in. Still, deep down, the last vestiges of Pinky's higher brain functions fought for survival, but they too soon began praying for mercy as the cock that now owned Pinky started rapidly swelling. Pinky released a hoarse cry as Frost's already massive cock swelled in his ass, ready to drown the last bits of him that survived her anal assault.

*THWAP-THWAP-THWAP*

"Ugh, I-I'm gonna cum!! Oooooooh, it's gonna be a fat fucking load too!"

"N-NO!! E-E-EEHHHHHH!!!... PLEASE!!!"

Frost didn't care for anything her new toy had to say. His pleas, opinions, and anything outside the durability and tightness of his green asshole meant nothing to her. She went into maximum overdrive, pistoning her cock as hard and fast as possible into the depths of Pinky's ass, using the recoil of his fat, doughy cheeks to drive herself even deeper. Frost could feel her hot, extra-thick seed rushing up her cock and slammed her cock balls deep one final time before roaring like the orcs she hated so much.

"R-RAAAGGGHHHH, FUCKING TAKE IT!!!"

"OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH...!!!"

The first rope exploded out of Frost's cock with the force of a shotgun round, making Pinky throw his head back as she forced him to cum again. With teary, barely conscious, heavy eyes, Pinky watched as the cock bulge in his belly quickly faded away as it pulsed rapidly, filling his guts with Frost's dense, hot seed. The wet, squelching his asshole made as Frost continued to drive her slick, cum-covered cock into him while she bred Pinky was like music to her pointy-elven ears.

As Frost flooded Pinky's bowels with her scalding, thick seed, the last vestiges of the defiant feminine orc that tried assassinating her drowned in the growing seed of viscus baby batter. Pinky's eyes rolled upward into his skull, unable to see anything past the various error signs flooding his field of vision. Every pulse of Frost's cock shot a rope of cum thicker and larger than all the cum he'd gotten fucked out of him combined. It didn't take long for Pinky's smooth belly to become rounded, and by the time his new owner had finished claiming his delicious tight green asshole as her property, he looked several months pregnant.

Frost was breathing hard, her eyes partially lidded from the immense pleasure breaking in Pinky's asshole brought her. She unceremoniously withdrew her cock, which was still rock-solid, and smiled, admiring her handiwork while staring at the constant flow of tar-like gooey pure-blooded elven seed pouring from Pinky's sore rectum in gloopy globs. The thick cum that'd bloated his stomach had shut down all of Pinky's cyberware and turned the only person that'd ever come close to killing her into an obedient cocksleeve to use whenever she wanted.

Grabbing a fistful of Pinky's hair, Frost dragged him back to the bedroom, leaving a trail of seed behind as more exited the pussy she'd just given her new toy. Pinky had wanted respect from his family and fellow orcs. However, his pursuit of it led to the death of his family, a war that his people were likely to lose, and the loss of his freedom and manhood. Months of planning and preparation failed him, resulting in him being treated like a back-alley joy-toy instead of earning a seat at the table alongside the other orc leaders and his family.

As Pinky slowly regained consciousness, he found himself face to tip with Frost's throbbing, monstrous member. With the same sadistic smile she had on while she pounded ass for hours, Frost took a sip of the drink in hand before ordering Pinky to suck the massive straw where his meals would come from. Defiance, pride, and other forms of resistance had been drilled out of Pinky, leaving only the fear that the rest of Neo Eden had for Frost.

She'd won in every sense of the word, and Pinky shed a few more tears before reluctantly parting his big, natural cocksucking lips. Without mercy or care for her new toy, Frost yanked Pinky's head down her cock, causing him to gag and sputter all over her meaty shaft as she skull fucked him. A mixture of sobs, moans, groans, and sloppy sucking filled the room as Frost introduced Pinky to what the rest of his life would look like.

With a drink in hand and a pretty orc boy choking on her cock, Frost took in the sight of Neo Eden's skyline. This was her city, her people, and she could do whatever she wanted. Chugging the last of her drink, Frost grabbed Pinky's head with both hands and slammed it down to the base of her cock. His whorish, sloppy, wet choking aroused her, causing her to thrust her cock down his spasming throat with the same ferocity as before when she was drilling his fat green ass.

Despite having everything at her fingertips, a durable hole capable of taking her entire cock and tight enough to milk it dry was what she'd been missing for centuries. With Pinky in her clutches, Frost was going to enjoy his body thoroughly and put it to good use.

There was no escaping, no begging, no coming to an understanding. There was only obedience, and poor Pinky shed more tears as the cock he was choking on began throbbing wildly. Frost licked her lips while staring deep into his eyes, an infinitely deep ocean of lust and malice behind her pleasure-filled blue eyes. The fat and heavy testicle that kept slapping against the underside of his chin scrunched tightly, and Pinky's jaw began to ache as the cock in his throat swelled rapidly.

*GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK-GLUCK*

"HHRRRGGHHHH!!! HRGH!! H-H-HHHHHRRRRGGGHHHH!!!!...."

"AAAHHHHHHHH, FUUUUCKKK!! HERE'S YOUR DINNER, GREENIE!!!"

Frost slammed her cock balls-deep down Pinky's throat and crossed her leg behind it, keeping his big, soft lips locked around the meaty base of her shaft. The bulge in his throat pulsed as Frost forcefully fed Pinky the only thing he'd ever be allowed to eat. She poured herself another drink and took a few sips while scrolling on her holo-phone, the sounds of Pinky choking on her cock and the thick seed she was feeding him filling the room.

Pinky had taken a shot at the queen of Neo Eden and missed. A rookie mistake that would've cost anyone else their life, but while he was spared, his fate was anything but merciful.