vriska and equius

Vriska paced her respiteblock aimlessly, swearing every time she trod on another pointy die, which was often. All of her stupid loser friends were off being stupid losers and had left her alone, restless and bored out of her nook! She couldn't even manage to rustle up some impressionable weaklings to flarp with. Just thinking about it made her start kicking the junk littered around the floor in frustration. But she quickly became bored and frustrated with the pointlessness of that, too. All it was doing was tiring her out. She collapsed onto the windowsill in a huff. Bored bored bored bored bored. She glanced across the cliffside landscape where her hive stood. Across the canyon, another hive rose above the rocks. One with windows lit in an ever so slightly darker shade of blue. Vriska regarded it with loathing. But when the familiar crashing sound of flesh on metal reverberated from that hive and across the chasm, a mischievous grin played across her lips and she decided she could at least have a little fun.

Vriska put her fingers to her temple and concentrated, visualising every one of his horrible features. The broken teeth, the cracked shades, the filthy wifebeater. Though it made her sick to her stomach, before long she was seeing through his eyes. Just as predicted, Equius was locked in another heated cage match with one of his abhorrent metal creations. His fists rained powerful blows on the robot, denting and scratching its hard exterior, while it fought back in turn with the fury of a calculating machine. Vriska loitered silently in the back of his mind, waiting for the perfect opportunity. As Equius went to parry an incoming strike with the exceptional strength of his forearms, his body suddenly hesistated at the critical moment. Before he could even question what had happened, the metal fist hit him square in the jaw. Vriska could feel another tooth or two leaving his mouth as he began to fall over backwards and that was all she could take. Her vision fled back to her own as her concentration was shattered by hysterical laughter. Her sides hurt and her eyes wept from the maniacal cackling. But it wouldn't end there, oh no. She still had the sweet nectar of his inevitable rage to look forward to. Speaking of which, her Trollian client was already lighting up on her screen across the room. She skipped over with glee (landing on a few unfortunately placed dice along the way) and pulled up the chat window.

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CT: D --> I know that was you, Serket
AG: Ahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaa!!!!!!!!
CT: D --> What do you want
AG: I just wanted to see your cheery face again!
CT: D --> I don't have time for these pathetic mind games
CT: D --> Your feeble attempts at controlling me will not go
CT: D --> Unrewarded
AG: Pffff, whateverrrrrrrr!!
AG: You know you secretly like it when I do that anyway >::::)
CT: D --> You never seem to think these things through
CT: D --> Just one of many things that make me the superior specimen
AG: Ye8h right! You don't know wh8t you're talking a8out!
CT: D --> We'll see

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AG: W8irdo!!!!!!!!
AG: ARRRG!!!!!!!!

Vriska crossed her arms and slumped back in her chair, annoyed. She was hoping that little trick would get a bigger rise out of him. What's his deal anyway!? She fumed while contemplating ways to get him back. It caught her off guard when she suddenly realized she had lost feeling in her metal arm. Oh no. No no no fuck no. The mechanical limb freed itself from Vriska's command and stuck itself out in front of her. Why was she always forgetting he could do that!? Fuck!! What was he going to make her do this time? Slap across the face? Twist her arm? The robot arm's metal finger flexed as it began to go about its business, making its way toward Vriska's waist. The hand slipped up her shirt and slowly began to creep up her chest. Oh hell fucking no. Anything but that. She could handle the occasional poke in the eye but the idea of being violated by that sick creep was unthinkable! Vriska desperately grabbed at the robot with her free arm, trying to steer it away from its purpose, but it was no use. The grim steel and powerful machinery were too strong for the average troll girl to divert.

Vriska squealed as the cold metal fingers clutched her breast and teased her nipple. This couldn't be happening! But she couldn't give up now. To let him continue would be admitting defeat. She had to fight back! She pulled the Trollian client back up again with the arm that was still hers, just about the only thing it was good for at this point. She was panting from the sensation as the robo arm continued to grope and fondle. Even worse, she could feel herself starting to get wet.

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AG: 88RRRG You w8n't g8t 8w8y w8th this 8sshole!!!!!!!!
CT: D --> You think too highly of yourself, Vriska
CT: D --> Order shall be restored
AG: W8'LL SEE A8OUT TH8T FUCK8R
AG: To think th8t a l8ttle p8rv l8ke you could m8ke me h8rny!
AG: Its ridicul8us!
CT: D --> I did what now?
AG: F8CK YO8!!!!!!!!

This was getting out of hand. Vriska had to act fast. Her concentration was split from the metallic fingers working her nipples. It was going to take everything she had to control Equius again. Nevertheless, determination drove her mind back into the body of the broken-horned troll. Vriska's power was enfeebled and distant, any movements she attempted to make would be difficult, and on top of that, she could not separate herself entirely from her own situation. She would have to endure this torture and merely attempt to force commands into his mind and body.

Equius smiled inwardly, knowing he was doing the work of the proud government of Alternia and putting an insubordinate little girl back in her place. He was already worked up from his fights but the intensity and righteousness of his purpose fueled his elation. He would need to pound some robots to a heap of smoking scrap metal after he was done here. In his fervor, he didn't even notice his own left hand crawling across the desk before coming to a rest over the crotch of his shorts. It was only when it subtly slipped under the fabric and clamped firmly around his strong cock that Equius shouted out in surprise and terror. His immediate reaction was to try and tear himself away with his free arm, but in this regard he was his own worst enemy. Vriska had gained every bit of his own strength in taking control of his arm. Attempting to remove himself by force alone would not only prove useless but hazardous to the health of his member. He could feel the cackling witch in his mind as messages flickered across the screen in front of him

AG: Two c8n pl8y 8t th8t g8me you sorry s8ck of w8ste!!!!!!!!
AG: Wh8t's this?!?! H8rd 8lre8dy?! H8h8h8h8h8h8h8h8!!!!!!!!
CT: D --> This... isn't over

Rage clouded his thoughts, it would be difficult to try and force Vriska from his mind at this point, but he could at least try to beat her at her own game. He faltered momentarily as he felt his hand begin to stroke the length of his cock. He was worked up before he even started, he knew he wouldn't be able to last long. God damnit, why was she good at this? Equius exercised his remaining will to set the arm's next phase of control in motion.

Vriska laughed softly between heavy breaths. She had the upper hand, she knew that loser wouldn't be able to last long. But her sense of pre-emptive triumph was cut short when her arm suddenly stopped, switching its target. Fuuuuuuuuck. She knew this was coming, but she was hoping she would have gotten the best of Equius before then. The arm made it's way back down her chest, slipping seamlessly from beneath her shirt to under the crotch of her jeans. Equius was wasting no time. Vriska held back cries of pleasure as the metal fingers rubbed back and forth over her wet slit, but the exertion of doing so made her sigh softly. The reaction would have made her angry if she wasn't already completely distracted. When two fingers slid themselves inside, she couldn't hold back this time, she moaned, loudly. Her fingers moved around inside her, eliciting soft, wet sounds as they explored the insides of her pussy. Vriska's breaths were heaving and she was struggling just to stay in her seat. There was no away around it, she was going to come. But she had to beat Equius first. She just had to.

Equius was at breaking point too. His free arm cradled his head on the desk and his breathing grew more ragged. The feeling in his cock escalated, growing more sensitive with each stroke. He made one final adjustment at his computer before leaning back. He had done all that he could. His heart was pounding in his chest. Pleasure coursed through his veins. Horrible, shameful pleasure. Equius could feel himself about to cum. He groaned. With the strength of his cock this was always kind of a problem. There was no turning back now though. If he was going to cum he was going to do it where he wanted. He leapt from his chair, one hand still on his cock, pumping like mad. Down in his robot cage, he pulled the tarp off his proudest creation with his free hand. The sight of the Aradiabot pushed Equius over the edge. Her lips, her eyes, her hair, her horns. The strength of their illicit love would be written into the romantic folklore of history. And yet, just for a moment, Equius thought he caught a glimpse of a set of gleaming white fangs and a pair of glasses with one lens blacked out. Ropes of cum shot from the tip of his pulsing cock, drenching the metal effigy of his secret beloved. The sticky fluid ran down her unfeeling face and dripped onto the floor. Equius breathed a sigh of relief and satisfaction as he felt Vriska's grip on her mind loosen. But he could not linger, he and her had unfinished business.

With Equius out of the way Vriska was riding the wave and trying to get this over with as quickly as possible. Euphoria enveloped her body as she gasped and moaned at every twitch of her fingers. She bit hard on her lower lip. Her other hand rubbed her clit in what she reasoned as making the best of a bad situation. Stupid Equius! She regretted screwing with him in the first place. Him and his stupid robots. His... pathetic muscles. Oh god, she was going to come. Her fingers sped to a blitz and her breathing was out of control, whining in ecstasy. Vriska put her feet up on her desk as her toes curled and lightning shocks of pleasure throbbed throughout her. Her back was stretched in an arch. She think she might have screamed. When she finally came to, she had slid helplessly onto the floor, panting heavily. Her pants were totally ruined and she had an overwhelming sense of shame, but at least she had beaten that dork Equius. She could move her arm again. Slowly, she got back to her feet. It was time to take her spoils. The wetness of her crotch as she took her seat disgusted her, but this was more important.

AG: Hahahahahahahaha!
AG: I should h8ve known you could never 8eat me! >::::)
CT: D --> Always so hasty to claim victory
CT: D --> Rest assured that you will never beat me, Serket
AG: Wh8t the F8CK are you t8lking a8out?!
AG: You came before me
AG: You're a looooooooser!!!!!!!!
CT: D --> Maybe so
CT: D --> But you know as well as I do
CT: D --> That I haven't been controlling your arm for at least 15 minutes
AG: >::::O
CT: D --> Enjoy the rest of your evening
AG: NO W8IT

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AG: FUUUUUUCCKKKK!!!!!!!!

Across the ravine, Equius smiled to himself as the sounds of dozens of Magic Eight Balls smashing echoed throughout the canyon.