Bubblegum Pink: Raging Fires

Mackie sat at the monitor which connected to the security cameras in the changing room, as he had many, many times before. More often than not his vigil was cut short, but today seemed to be Mackie's lucky day, as Sylia did not notice the active camera, undoing the buttons on her blouse. Mackie leaned forward a little in eager anticipation as Sylia brushed the blouse off her shoulders, leaving her upper body contained only by the low-cut bra she wore underneath. The tightness in Mackie's jeans increased noticeably as Sylia reached behind her back, on the verge of giving her brother a major eyeful.

That was when she looked directly at the camera and, as such, directly at Mackie. Damn, caught in the act again. Mackie sighed, waiting for his sister to throw something over the camera.

But this didn't happen. In fact she turned to face the camera fully, eyes half-closed and with a look on her face that could only be described as hungry. She released the clasp holding the bra in place and slowly, temptingly, slid it off of her soft, beautiful breasts, showing him just how erect her nipples really were.

Mackie just stared, frozen in place, as Sylia cupped and massaged a breast with one hand and started to slowly pull down the zipper on her skirt with the other. He thought he heard a moaning noise coming through the audio pickups as his sister licked her lips and her right hand disappeared into her panties. By this time a solid steel rod struggled to escape from his pants, but he was so focused on Sylia that he was quite unable to do anything about it.

Then something very strange happened. Sylia started walking towards the camera and, at the point when her body should have blocked the lens, she suddenly *melted through the screen*, and Mackie suddenly found himself staring up at his half-naked elder sister.

"Mackie..." she said in a voice husky with desire as she slowly sank to her knees, her right hand tracking slowly from his shoulder down to the small tent in his jeans, sending small electrical shocks down his spine with each touch and also diverting more and more blood to his crotch. She closed her fingers around the zipper of his jeans and pulled down, and the grateful monster sprang free from its prison, rearing up to its full seven-inch height. It twitched as her cool hand wrapped around its burning skin, and Mackie heard himself whimper at the sensation. Licking her lips once more, she opened her mouth wider and lowered her head toward his groin.

A warm wetness engulfed the upper half of his cock and sent spasms rocketing through his entire body. Under that kind of pressure he didn't stand a chance, and the sensation very quickly crescendoed into a golden explosion--

"GUH!" Mackie abruptly snapped awake, every muscle in his pelvis spasming uncontrollably. Unable to move or control it, he could only wait for the orgasm to run its course. After a full 30 seconds, the explosive shooting finally slowed down to a trickle, and then ceased altogether.

"Damn it..." Mackie groaned as he crawled out of the bed, feeling the sweat soaking his body and all too aware of the sticky mess his pajama bottoms had become. "Not again. That's the fourth night in a row..." He slipped out of the pajamas, wiping himself off as best he could, and headed for the bathroom.

Act I

Priss Asagiri had had better days. Just about any day which did not include getting shot up by a Bu-20c autocannon qualified as better than this one. Her suit was down in the workshop doing a good impression of a swiss cheese, and although the armor had protected her from serious injury, she was going to be one big bruise come morning. As such, she eased herself down into her meeting room chair wearing only a loose tank top and a pair of panties; that was about all she could wear without getting some kind of complaint from her ravaged body. What she really wanted to do was soak in a hot bath, but that would have to wait.

The other Sabers filed in, still in their softsuits and looking ready to get out of them at the earliest opportunity. Provided they could stay awake; Nene looked like she was ready to keel over right then and there, and Linna wasn't doing much better. Sylia, of course, remained entirely businesslike; Priss wondered, for the nth time, if she was even capable of strong emotion. A minute later, Mackie joined them as well. He looked a little edgy, and already seemed to be stealing glances in Priss's general direction; Priss contemplated trying to pound him, but knew her body would be very unhappy with her if she tried.

"Well, that could have gone better," Sylia stated as she sat down. "Though I suppose I should have expected this, given our opposition."

"I'd really love to know how that many Boomers can go crazy in one night," Linna wheezed.

"Mmf," Nene mumbled, her head buried in her arms, the sum of her willpower directed towards staying awake.

"As would I," Sylia nodded. "I'll be looking into that soon enough, but first I need a damage assessment. Mackie?"

"Um... well, just some minor armor damage on Nene's suit..." Mackie said distractedly, glancing at each of them in turn and trying to maintain eye contact. This was easy enough with Nene. The others, though, were sitting upright, and those suits offered a good show of cleavage. Worse, Priss's current attire left even less to Mackie's addled imagination, which was going to town and starting to drag the rest of him along: "Linna's, um, internals need a once-over, and Priss needs a full-body massage--"

"*What*??" Priss snapped.

"Uh, ehrm, that is..." Mackie fumbled, realizing what had just slipped out. He could feel the eyes of all four Sabers locking onto him.

Forgetting for a moment her lack of concealing attire, Priss got to her feet and planted her hands firmly on the table, leaning forward and glaring at Mackie. "Come on, I heard what you said, you lech."

"Uhm..." Mackie started turning red, as his senses forced him to take note of the fact that her tank top had fallen forward, providing him with an almost-complete view of her chest. His senses also began to note the way the fabric of her panties hugged her tightly, keeping only one thing hidden from view, a thing he'd very much like to-- "err, excusemeasecond--!" he stammered and dashed out of the room before something thoroughly embarassing happened. Linna and Nene stared after him.

"Pervert," Priss snorted, collapsing back into her seat and immediately regretting it for the pain it caused in her back and rear.

Sylia rolled her eyes. "Evidently that damage assessment will have to wait."

Businesswise, it was a fairly average day for the Silky Doll. A handful of customers browsed through the shop, either looking through the wide variety of underclothes or in the changing rooms trying some of them out.

The security camera installed in the latter location was meant to prevent shoplifting. Of course, when Mackie was working the cash register more or less unsupervised, as was the case today, it would usually become a useful device for voyeurism. Not so today, however. In fact the monitor for that camera was turned off completely, and Mackie was fighting down the urge to turn it back on again. He knew it was a shoplifting risk, but he also knew what would happen if he chanced to observe some attractive customer taking her clothes off.

The dreams had become a nightly occurrence, sometimes more than once each night, and now the effects were bleeding over into daytime. Chance observation of someone changing their clothes would cause his brain to lock up and the blood to rush to his crotch, and he would have to fight very hard to keep from just whipping it out and beating off right then and there. That, to hugely understate, would be very bad.

Unfortunately, just turning the monitors off was beginning to prove ineffective. Now, all it took was a simple glance at a female customer holding up a teddy or other garment for examination, and in an eyeblink he had either undressed the woman in his mind or, more often, pictured one of the Knight Sabers. It seemed like everyone he saw was starting to look a bit like Priss, or Linna or Nene, or his sister...

He turned his head toward the street outside, trying to clear those thoughts from his brain. He was rewarded with the sight of a dark-haired, athletic woman standing at the lamppost outside, casually licking an ice cream cone. His mind promptly locked on the woman's tongue as it worked the frozen confection over, running along the sides catching the white creamy runoff...

Mackie's mind quickly substituted his cock in place of the ice cream cone, and the woman licked and sucked sensuously at the head, smacking her lips at the taste of precum leaking from it. Linna bent her head down, taking Mackie in deeper, and began to suck gently at him, licking away traces of the fluid which threatened to charge up his length and overflow her pouting mouth, sending streamers of hot spunk down her--

"Excuse me?"

The sound jolted him back to the present, just barely. Why had he been thinking of Linna? he thought. He turned around, and was greeted with the sight of a young girl, probably a little younger than he was.

""Um..." she said, looking slightly embarassed. "Can you tell me how much these cost?" She held up a pair of positively tiny panties with -- at this range it was impossible to miss -- transparent fabric.

"Sir?" Nene's face stared up at him. "Sir, how much? I need these really badly, I've lost my own..." Nene lifted her skirt, revealing a red thatch of hair above a beautiful pussy, moist with her excitement, "See?" Mackie leaned forward to get a closer look...

Sylia heard what sounded like someone running at high speed, followed by a slamming door. she thought to herself as she left her office and hurried down to the store. She found herself looking at an unoccupied cash register, and at a very confused young girl who stared right back at her. The other customers in the shop seemed to be looking in her direction as well.

"Something the matter?" she asked the girl.

"Um, I dunno," the girl said. "The guy who was here just took off all of a sudden."

Sylia arched an eyebrow, glancing behind her towards the stairs. "Need to have a talk with that boy," she sighed mostly to herself.

"Is he all right?" the girl asked.

"Yes, he's fine," Sylia lied. Mackie was definitely not all right. "May I help you?"

Having dealt with the last customers' purchases and cleared them out, Sylia closed up the shop for the evening, turning off the lights and arming the security system. Many things had been on her mind all day, but chief among them was Mackie's earlier behavior. He hadn't been acting at all like himself for the past few days. He'd started actively avoiding her and the rest of the Sabers when possible, and finding distractions when he couldn't. Cameras weren't being used as spying devices, and he wasn't trying to look down her shirt -- or down anybody else's shirt for that matter. In short, something had ended all his usual, and by and large annoying, habits.

In another time and place this might have been cause for celebration. Indeed, the other Sabers seemed to be enjoying their newfound privacy. Sylia, however, was not. The change in attitude was too sudden; something was wrong with him, and she had to find out what it was.

As she marched up to the living quarters, a sound reached her ears... the sound of someone moaning; rather loudly too. She followed the sound, and shortly determined that yes, it was coming from Mackie's room, and it was definitely Mackie making that noise.

"Mackie?" she said, knocking at the door. The moaning continued. "Mackie!" she repeated, knocking more firmly. Again, no response. she thought, and pushed the door open.

The sight of Mackie, totally naked and beating off like there was no tomorrow, stopped Sylia in her tracks. His eyes gazed defocused at the ceiling as his incoherent moans filled the room.... at least, they were incoherent for about two seconds, and then they stopped and his eyes focused on Sylia.

Suddenly Mackie howled and leaped from the bed, plowing violently into Sylia and knocking her to the floor, clawing at her and snarling like some crazed animal. "Mackie!! What are you DOING?!" Sylia hollered as she tried to shove him off of her, but he kept her firmly pinned to the floor. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air as his hands locked onto her bustier and tore it down the front, while he forced her legs open and his erection tried to force its way past her panties.

"MACKIE!! STOP IT!!!" Sylia shrieked, but knew even as she said it that communicating with him was useless. There was only one choice: curling her right hand into a fist, she hauled off and decked him across the chin, hard. The blow knocked him away, and he sprawled on the floor on his back, unconscious.

Sylia scrambled to her feet and shifted into a combat stance as Mackie began to move and groan again. It quickly became clear he wasn't getting up again; instead, he had lapsed into a very vivid dream state, if the way he was groaning and thrusting his pelvis up into the empty air was any indication. Then suddenly, every muscle in his body seemed to contract, and what could only be described as a geyser of semen exploded from his cock, spraying the wall and floor.

Sylia just stared, and it took her a moment to realize that he hadn't awakened. He continued to moan and writhe on the floor after the spurting stopped, still thrusting with the same frantic fervor as before.

Sylia thought, and cursed herself for not noticing the signs before. She knew now what was happening... and she knew that she would have to act quickly if she was going to save her brother's life.

Hopefully it wasn't already too late.

Act 2

Sylia rushed into the computer room and loaded a tape into the computer multimedia player. That tape contained the mental impressions of Mackie's dreams through the previous night, along with a running byplay of his physiological reactions. She knew what was happening to Mackie, and she knew she had to do something about it.

Several years back, when she had been around Mackie's age, Sylia had suffered something similar to what Mackie was enduring now, coinciding with her own coming of age. She too had suffered from a period of severe lust. She had been fortunate enough never to suffer a complete loss of control, though there had been a few close calls. All her observations at the time had led her to conclude that it was an unexpected side effect of what their father had done to them. He had never considered or planned for this, as far as she could tell.

The neurophages which had rebuilt her brain and body, cell by cell, had been affected by the large influx of new hormones which her body began to produce as she entered puberty. Because they relied on subtle endocrine cues and their own hormonal production to perform their work correctly, they had been ill-prepared to interact with this massive onslaught of hormone production from their host.

But like all of Dr. Stingray's scientific triumphs, they had tried to interpret and integrate the new information into their programming as best they could. And the resulting acceleration in Sylia's enhancement had not been without its beneficial effects; Sylia was fairly certain her chest -- not to mention the rest of her figure -- would not otherwise have developed as fully as it had. That had been welcome.

The insatiable sex drive that had also surfaceddue to the the hyperactive 'phages, however, had *not* been welcome. She had been able to figure out that the neurophages were to blame, and had also determined the best means to respond to and overcome it: there had been several young men -- and a few women -- who had been all too happy to help her act out the innermost sexual desires which the little machines were acting on. Sylia blushed a little at the memory of those wild times. That acting out, plus some minor chemical 'assistance,' had successfully rebalanced her hormonal levels and corrected the erratic behavior of her neurophages, and after that she had proceeded into adulthood without any further incident.

Mackie had not had most of the luxuries Sylia had. He of course did not inherit all his father's knowledge and so could not know the nuances of what was happening to him. And even if he could have known, he suffered from a lack of willing sexual partners. Given that he most often fantasized about Sylia -- and likely about the other Sabers too -- he would have internalized his own fantasies since they could not be acted out. And to make matters worse, his sex drive was probably twice as powerful as Sylia's had been, pushing him down that road at a much faster rate. And before any action could be taken, before even Sylia could realize that it was his turn, he had lost voluntary control of himself as the cybernetics entered a hormonally-induced rampancy. This was not good at all.

Mackie could no longer help himself, so it was up to Sylia to help him - ence this datacartridge. With any luck, there would be enough information, and fantasies, here to craft a workable solution. Sitting down in front of two monitors (one for visual data and the other echoing the data of the sensor net), she hit the PLAY button.

The video screen fluttered in vague black and white patterns for a few seconds before fading into a brightly lit domestic scene; the living room above the Silky Doll, looking uncommonly bright and welcoming. The 'camera'- presumably Mackie's point of view- tracked the room from the perspective of the hallway to their bedrooms, wandering nonchalantly into the living room, pausing to straighten a portrait of Sylia and Mackie with their father. Sylia nodded in approval as the second monitor registered the tactile sensations in detail, down to the thin layer of dust atop the old, varnished wood frame.

Mackie's eyes tracked into the dining area, where Sylia sat, as usual on work mornings, at the table with coffee and a hardcopy of the morning's newspaper. This time, though, things were a little different: Mackie made his usual glance at Sylia's cleavage, and promptly discovered that the nightgown she was wearing was completely transparent, showing off her nipples quite visibly. The viewpoint zoomed in almost to microscopic level on one nipple, then the other, the darker pink showing through easily through the sheer cotton garment..

"Oh, good morning, Mackie," the Sylia on the screen purred. Reaching over to the fruitbowl in the middle of the table, she selected a banana from it and began peeling it. "I was just thinking about you."

"...You were?" Mackie's voice muttered. The readout screen showed a rapid increase in pulse, corresponding to a simulated bloodflow to his crotch.

"Certainly." Sylia finished peeling the banana and raised it to her lips, licking the tip sensuously. "Mmmm," she moaned, "tasty." She took the tip in her mouth and began sucking on it, slowly moving the fruit in and out of her mouth. The viewpoint fixated on Sylia's lips around the banana, zooming in close enough to see the tiny skim of saliva on the fruit as it moved in and out of her mouth. The readouts showed increased bloodflow to his manhood, raising it to prominence.

Sylia looked down at the bulge in Mackie's pajamas. She withdrew the banana and smiled, "Please, dear brother. Make yourself comfortable." Then she returned to sucking the banana, closing her eyes as she moaned around it.

The view shifted as Mackie slipped out of his pajamas, his eyes never leaving Sylia as he pulled the closest chair up and sat, just staring in rapt fascination.

Sylia smiled as she saw Mackie's prick. "Oh, Mackie," she said, "I'll bet you know what I was imagining, hm?" She leaned forward and grasped another banana as she said, "I was pretending that that banana was your beautiful cock, dear brother. That I was sucking your big, beautiful dick." She stood and pushed her chair away from the table, dropping her panties to the floor as she did so. "And do you know what I intend to do with this banana?" She smiled as she licked it, up one side and down the other. "I'm going to pretend that it's that wonderful slab of meat of yours... fucking my tight little cunt!" Slowly she brought the banana down to her wet, swollen pussy and gently guided the tip between her labia.

"Mmmm... can you feel it, Mackie?" she moaned. "It's hot and tight, isn't it? And you're so thick... mmm..." Slowly she slid more of the banana into herself, until she was grasping it only by the stem. "Ooooh, yes, Mackie... can you feel me around you? Can you?"

Mackie said nothing; the readouts indicated a very dry throat, preventing him from speaking. He merely sat slack-jawed, and very definitely rock-hard, and watched raptly as his sister played with the banana.

"Oh, yes, Mackie," Sylia moaned, as she pumped the banana in and out of her snatch. "Do you like to watch me jack off? Hmm?" She smiled as she pumped the banana faster. "Hmmm... jack off with me, Mackie.. I want to watch you beat your meat... I want your cum all over me... hmmmm..." Her body rocked in the chair as the banana pumped faster and faster in and out of her pussy.

Mackie obediently wrapped his hand around his cock and began to stroke its length, in time with Sylia's thrusting of the banana. "ohh, sis..." he moaned as his meat grew thicker and hotter with each passing moment.

"Oh, yeah," Sylia moaned. "Stroke your dick. Oh, yeah. Imagine it's my pussy stroking you. MMM.... Feel my pussy walls rippling around you, Mackie? That means I'm about to come. You're going to make me cum so haaard... mmmmm.... ooohh..." The banana moved faster and faster in and out of Sylia, glistening with her honey.

"oh, god, sis..." Mackie groaned, stroking harder and feeling his balls starting to tighten. "It's so good... you're gonna make me cum real hard too... ohh man..."

"Oh, YES!" Sylia moaned, her entire body bucking as she began to come. "Oh, Mackie, I'm coming! OOOOOH! YEAH, so good!" She pumped the banana frantically as she screeched, "I'm so hot! Oh, Mackie, hose me down! Blow your wad all over me! COME! OOOHH!!!"

"Unngh!" Mackie grunted loudly. "OH SIS! AAAH!!" He arched his back, rising up out of the chair, and a geyser of come spewed upward. Sylia howled with ecstasy as her body was quickly coated in jism.

And then the screens blacked out, leaving only a silent, emotionless message: .

A few seconds of blank tape followed, and then the next segment arrived. This one began almost identically as the first; Sylia sat at the table, reading a paper, wearing virtually nothing. This time, however, when she looked up, she smiled and said, "Good morning, Mackie... it's time for your breakfast!" With that, she pushed her chair back and spread her legs, revealing her bare, ripe pussy.

"Mm, looks great, sis!" Mackie grinned. "I'm really hungry today!" So saying, he knelt down in front of Sylia and promptly dove in.

"Oh, yeah.... eat me," Sylia moaned, feeling up her breasts. "Lick me deep... you know how I like it, lover." Mackie obligingly shoved his face tightly against Sylia's crotch, sending his tongue probing deep into Sylia's heated canal.

"Oh, YES," Sylia moaned, "so good..." Her hot cunt flowed thickly with natural lube, and Mackie lapped it up happily and hungrily, sending Sylia to moaning louder. "OOOooohhh... oh, Mackie... yeah, lick me... suck me... oooh..."

Mackie's tongue flailed wildly within Sylia's depths, seemingly caressing every sweet spot at the same time. Meanwhile he began nuzzling Sylia's engorged clit, just to add to the excitement.

"OH, YES!!" Sylia screamed, and the walls of her vagina clamped down onto Mackie's tongue. A flood of cum poured down her channel and into his waiting lips, where he licked up all he could, the overflow running over the corners of his mouth.

"Oh! Ohh, yes, oh yes," Sylia moaned, coming off her high. "Now then," she said, pushing Mackie's face away, "is my breakfast ready?"

"You bet," Mackie grinned, wiping the remaining juices from his face and standing up. His own clothes had already vanished, and his erection stood proudly before Sylia.

"Hmmm, yes," Sylia grinned, kneeling before him, "thick stuffed sausage! My favorite..." Slowly, she licked the tip of Mackie's throbbing member, teasing his piss-slit. Slowly, she leaned forward, taking the head between her lips and beginning to suck on it. "Mmmmmmmm...." she moaned, smiling as she held him in her mouth.

"Ohhhhh, sis..." Mackie moaned, gently running his hands through her hair. "You do that so well..."

"Hmmm..." Sylia smiled. Slowly, she began taking more of him into her mouth. Inch after inch descended into her mouth, slowly sliding down her throat, until her nose was nestled in Mackie's dark pubic thatch. Slowly she rocked back and forth, face-fucking him.

"mmmm... oh yeah, sis..." Mackie sighed. "Oh, suck it... feels so good..." The readouts showed a concurrent jump in sperm production, as the dream-Sylia's sucking worked over his dick, bringing him close to another orgasm.

Slowly, Sylia slid back and off Mackie's dick, sucking it as it slipped from her lips. The tip came out with a loud smack, and Sylia stroked it gently as she said, "Mackie... my pussy's hungry too... stick it in me!"

Mackie sat down in the chair Sylia had occupied, his prick jutting straight upward. "Have a seat, sis," he grinned.

Sylia stood up and crouched over Mackie's member. The tip slid up between her labia, and with a little adjustment she guided it into the hole. "Mmmm... yes!" she moaned, pressing down and back on it, as inch after inch parted her folds, stretched her wide. "Sooo big... oh, yeah, fuck me, Mackie! FUCK ME!"

Needing no further encouragement, Mackie began to thrust upwards, driving himself deeper into Sylia's depths. "Oh yeah, sis, it's so tight and hot. This is great!"

"Oh, Mackie!" Sylia moaned. Her hands rose up to rub her breasts as she pushed herself up and down in time with Mackie's thrusts. "Oh, shit! So good!" Her thrusts sped up, up and down, as she drove towards her climax.

The friction sent electrical shocks up and down Mackie's spine as he sped up his own thrusting to keep time with Sylia. With each second, the building tightness grew even more intense. "Oh, god, sis, it's so hot... gonna come... gonna come hard..."

"Yes!" Sylia gasped, pumping frantically. Suddenly, she screeched, "OOOHHHH!!!" and her pussy clamped down hard onto Mackie's prod. "COME! COME WITH ME!!!"

As if on cue, Mackie suddenly crescendoed upward and latched onto Sylia tightly as he thrust himself deep inside her. "OH GOD SIS I'M COMIIIINNNGG--"

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