Her padlock was unlocked now. Only 3 out of 8 down, and already my home life was... fixed. In a word. Just how deep did this rabbit hole go? "Challenge."
In my room again. GANG. That was the modifier for this one. Ignoring the first, unlikely word that came to mind - it was likely that this was actually what it said on the can. A gang of people. Or perhaps one of the actual gangs of Brockton Bay. Or a version of my sister that had joined one?
Which gave me a range of options to prepare for. Either a group of allies that I would have to get through, an actual armed force that might help her - or she might turn around and blast me with a Hitler salute and a shotgun blast the moment I open the door. That was a strange thought.
Of course, my musings turn out to be largely pointless when I open the door to my room and hear the familiar giggling noises from down the corridor. Gang meant allies on-site then, but in this case that was just some of her vapid school friends. Once again, music blared loudly to conceal most noises that I might make. Useful – and I would be happy to make use of it while it was there. I don't think I could count on it for every challenge I come across.
For a moment, I try to count them. Five. Six. Seven? Perhaps more that weren't talking.
If I had a combat power, this would be easy. But if seven girls all rushed me at the same time, I would probably lose even if all they did was try to hold me down. The only reason I had beaten Alice and Clara so easily was that, even as out-of-shape as I am, they were so much worse. One of them being elderly and overweight at the time, and the other having all the muscle that the cushioned life of a socialite provided - that is to say, none at all.
I pace. I can't afford to aggro them all and rush them through the door. I might get one, two if I'm lucky - but if the others could just compile on top of me then it wouldn't be long before I found out how my sister and her groupies would prefer to kill me. I imagined it would be slow, humiliating and painful - and I didn't intend to give them the chance.
No. I needed a different approach. A way to turn the environment to my favour. If I had a real weapon with some range, or a more vicious weapon in the melee then I could draw them out to the stairs or the doorway and try and hold the narrow entrance.
No. Think of that first time - my mother hadn't snapped and tried to choke me out right away. She had realised I didn't understand the situation, quietly grabbed a knife and then made her attempt. Likewise, when I fought my sister - she had realised that I held the weapon and range advantage and had tried to escape to let the police do the work for her.
Both of them had an element of thought, strategy, human planning and cunning to their movements. Could I rely on them mindlessly rushing me, instead of taking the time to form another solution? A human ladder out of the window? A make-up bomb? Breaking up the bed and furniture for longer weapons? I didn't think they could do anything that they wouldn't in real life – but I didn't know most of these girls well enough to rule anything out.
No. I couldn't leave the option to stand and plan their options available to them. My first move had to force their hand. Ideally putting them on a timer, cutting down their escape paths or possibly just wiping them out altogether.
I dismiss the thought of throwing a bunch of chemicals together and trying to construct a grenade, bomb or toxic concoction to smoke them out. It was possible, sure - but I also had no idea how to go about doing it. For all I knew, I would make a mildly toxic smoke – aggro all of them the moment they smell it and then get drowned in a bucket of bleach. Something simpler. Harder to fuck up.
In the end, I settle on fire. I quickly stack a pile of furniture just outside her door as a blockade and then grab a step ladder to unplug every fire alarm in the house that I could find.
Despite the giggling and discussion in the room, they didn't seem to be 'active'. Just sitting there waiting for something that would aggro them. Their loud laughter, music and talking seemed to have kept them distracted from my work outside. I didn't doubt that any sufficiently loud noise would bring them all running.
There are cans of fuel in the shed and more in the garage just down the street. I hoist them back into the house and start liberally pouring them all over the ground floor, then again in a trail past the stairs up to the high pile of furniture blocking my sisters dorm. I make sure to liberally pour the fuel over the chests and drawers blocking them in - that was the most critical part of the plan. Everything else just shortened the timer that I was about to put them on. I spray trails into the surrounding rooms as well, then double up and repeat my tracks with scavenged oil from the kitchen once the last of my stocks gets depleted.
I hear raised voices coming from upstairs. A door opens, and the voices get louder again. Had they heard me? No - it must have been the smell.
Too late now, I can hear them trying to shift the massive pile of furniture - but I'm already halfway out of the door fumbling with the lighter. The effect is nearly instantaneous, an instant fireball igniting throughout the house. I can hear the screams from upstairs, and after lingering for a moment to ensure they aren't going to make a break for it through the fire while it is still potentially survivable I head around to the back side of the house.
With the corridor and stairs blocked by flames, the rest of the house burning and filling their room up with smoke - they only had a single option. Jump out the back window.
It wasn't an easy jump. Nothing to break the fall but hard concrete. I heft my axe in a double-handed hold as I wait around the corner. They don't seem to be making the attempt yet, though their placeholder discussion seems to have come to a complete stop as they mill around the window.
Soon enough smoke starts pouring out of the open window, bringing with it an unfamiliar blonde who hurtles herself to the ground - misjudging her ability to land on her feet and almost belly-flopping into solid ground. She doesn't get up, and I don't break my position to finish her off.
The next two are more careful, even as their friends push them with increasing urgency. They try to step on a drainage pipe, only for it to give way under them. After a moment, they seem to give up on lowering themselves any further before jumping. I break cover as they stumble to the ground, landing heavily on the concrete with pained exclamations.
Their friends shout in warning as I lodge my axe in the throat of the first. The second doesn't respond fast enough to matter. I let out a bloodthirsty grin at the hate-filled howls from the girls at the window. "Come on then! I'm waiting!"
I can see the flames in the room itself now. Several girls are coughing heavily as dark smoke floods past them. A red glow starting to outline their sillhouettes. Finally, one of them breaks ranks - shoving the others forward. Another girl lands on the body of her fellows. I swing before she even hits the ground, it lodges in her skull easily and I briefly swear as I try to remove it.
Not to worry, I brought a backup. I wave the butchers knife at the girls who were already halfway out of the window, they ease back in warily and I take the opportunity to free my axe. The large notch in the blade shouldn't matter too much.
Nothing happens for another minute, all of the girls backing away from the window entirely- until the house starts to splinter into blue and white once more.
SUCCESS
Reward: Clara Veder +
Did they die to the fire? Perhaps trying their luck with the corridor or bursting through the blockade rather than trying to get past me.
I was lucky, in a way. If they had all jumped out at once, or even just one after the other without hesitation - I wouldn't have had enough time to recover between swings. It looked like the AI was selfish, or perhaps kept some of the real personalities involved. If the girls wouldn't really lay down their lives so that another of them might live, then they wouldn't do it.
Good to know.
The world reforms.
"I suppose that's fine." Mother frowns at me. "I know how much he loves his games. Hang on a moment, I'll grab a seat."
"No need." Clara calls out from her own chair, now clad in a midriff-exposing shirt and shorts as she gives me a confident smirk that looks alien on her face. "Take this seat, I can take a spot on Greg's bed."
Spoiler: Clara Veder
"There's no space-" My protests at being evicted are cut off as she bounds behind me and then pulls me back to lie down on the bed again. Or more accurately, on my sister. Squish. Squish. I've never noticed before, but my sister actually has a rack. I wasn't quite sure if it was just a wardrobe change or if her body was changed just like my mothers – either way… I shuffle one leg over the other as I try and focus on anything else. I wasn't actually attracted to her, it's just that it's very noticeable when the change is so sudden and obvious. It draws the eye.
...I'm a red-blooded American male. Something like this is in my blood, sue me.
"Plenty of space now, right?" She wriggles until my head is firmly resting back into the valley of her breasts and she can rest her chin atop my head to watch the screen. Her arms wrap around my body to hold her controller on my chest in a gesture that seems innocent and practical but seems a little more physical than is really necessary. She releases the controller to press her breasts against my cheeks. "There's no downside to this position, after all - there's no way that my cute little bro would be such a pervert as to be distracted by his own sister's boobs, right?" She squishes them again, the smirk on her face telling me that she knew exactly what she was doing.
Incest is bad. Focus Greg. "Right. Zero chance of that happening." That said. They were, objectively speaking, an incredible pair of tits. I don't have a large amount of practical experience but I've done a lot of online research on this subject and can provide the solid conclusion that her, and my 'new' mother had an excellent rack. Good genetics.
Not doing a good job of ignoring her here. I can see her pout in the reflection of the screen at my words, before promptly pressing the start button on the next round.
I was distracted. I got destroyed. This version of my sister was apparently devastating at playing Dragon. Several swift rounds later, I reluctantly give my concession of defeat as Clara struts from my room with the knowledge that she has finally dealt a blow to me that I can't recover from.
Alice rises from her seat, a slight frown on her face. She hadn't said anything while we were playing – almost to the point where I had forgotten that she was there.
The open padlock taunted me. Clara had a similar one as well, but if she was like this after two missions - then perhaps I should show a bit of caution and experiment with my powers elsewhere before pressing further.
For the sake of my chastity if nothing else.
My mother, on the other hand, seemed fairly normal. Aside from the bit where she actually seemed to like me. Perhaps it was better to say that she seemed like a normal person, and therefore a far better person to test out my power on again.
TUTORIAL
VEDER HOUSEHOLD 5/8
(CAGE)
"Challenge." I'm used to the sensation by now.
Something I am not used to, however, is loading not into my room, but into what I can only guess is an overly large PRT holding cell. I seem to be locked in, of course. No obvious way out.
And of course, I didn't have much time to look for an exit anyway - because my mother had apparently loaded inside with me. I blink as she eats up the gap between us in seconds, apparently her new self - younger and fitter by miles, was now my new opponent.
Which was bad for me. I could run away from the old version, but this one looked athletic enough to run rings around me if I was in twice the shape I am now.
I don't have a weapon, and neither does she. I don't know how to fight, and apparently neither does she.
I duck away from a wild haymaker and dive at her to push her to the ground. Even if she's fitter than me, I'm still a guy. I should have an advantage in a straight-up battle of strength. Wrestling on the ground is my best option here.
We roll around wildly, locked to each and struggling for advantage - she bites down on my arm and I whale away at her head until she lets go. I attempt to get her into a headlock and her knee brushes past my crotch by the slimmest of margins. In the end, I give up on anything fancy and just struggle to keep gravity on my side by staying on top.
A beeping noise grabs my attention. A small countdown box emerges from the centre of the room, and a lone floor tile is illuminated by a spotlight.
Item drop? Or new challenger? As the counter ticks from ten to nine I make up my mind. The former was most likely, given the relative difficulty of us killing each other like this. I think if I tried to launch an actual punch I would only hurt myself. I needed to join some club of some description. Martial arts. Something like that.
No sense worrying about that now though. I smash my head into her forehead, making my own head spin as she jerks backwards in surprise. I push away from her, kicking my leg free from her grasp and sprinting towards the counter.
Four to three. Three to two. My mother stirs and pushes herself to her feet, starting to stumble into a sprint of her own behind me. One. The tile flips vertically before sliding into the floor - another tile rising to replace it. This one had a box resting on top of it. I dive for the box, fumbling with the clasp as my mother promptly dives on top of me in turn. She clearly doesn't value the box highly, perhaps not understanding what it might mean in a deathmatch scenario like this. Item drops that could change the course of the match.
The box pops open easily, I delve inside and pull out some kind of pistol-looking thing as she attempts to put me in a headlock. Possibly inspired by tinker tech, with how many flashing lights and attachments were sticking out of it. I point it at the elbow trying to strangle me and pull the trigger.
There's a deafening roar of light and sound, then the arm drops to the floor at my feet - no longer attached to the human it belonged to.
"Nice." I push away from my mother as she lets out a pained scream. Not feeling the slightest bit of hesitation, I level the gun at her again and fire the trigger three more times in quick succession.
SUCCESS
Reward: Alice Veder +
Simple. So that's what CAGE meant. The squared circle. The wrestlers ring. Cage fight. Two enter. One leaves. Occasional item drops. Easy, now that I know.
That would be dangerous against most people. A fair 1v1... it was probably a good thing that both of my targets thus far had been lightweights.
Speaking of rewards, was I ever going to get another type of reward for winning these fights? A blaster power was looking really nice right now as these fights keep getting harder.
I slip into my room, blinking and turning in surprise as my mother follows right behind me. "You don't need to supervise me." I protest. "I'm going to bed-"
"Shh." She brushes one hand over my forehead. "Gregory, it must be so hard for you."
I blink. "What?"
She looms over me, breasts swaying hypnotically.
That's your mother Greg. She might look not a day over twenty-five and act like a stranger, but that's still her. A small, treacherous part of my mind reminds me that technically we aren't blood-related. I mentally squash the thought.
"I was watching you playing with your sister. You got hard." One hand rubs against my crotch, while her face doesn't move from her sympathetic expression. "Gregory, you know you can't have thoughts like that for your sister."
"That's not it at all-" This was not my fault. Somehow this is worse than her attempting to kill you a few moments ago.
She kneels down on the floor facing me as I lean against the side of the bed. "I know it's because you've been so backed up." She continues. "Normally it would be the responsibility of your girlfriend to attend to your needs, but I know you're still looking for the right girl. So I'll handle it for now, so you can keep on the right path!" She nods happily as if she had solved a particularly difficult problem.
And then she yanks down my jeans, pulls my dick free from its confines and starts jerking it to attention in a single, continuous motion.
"M-mother! What are y-" I break it off with a hiss as the sensation hits me. "-you doing?"
"Shh. It's alright. I'm going to make sure that you are all ready to sleep without that erection keeping you awake." She speeds up her jerking and I lean back onto the bed, holding myself up with my arms as I find myself lacking the willpower to resist quite as much as I had been before.
I liked this. Admittedly. An extremely attractive woman was jerking me off like she was doing me a favour. This was my first sexual experience ever. The fact that it supposedly came from the same mind as my 'new' mother was a minor fact that could be ignored.
A familiar sensation wells up faster than I can call out. My mother makes a pleased noise as I erupt a small fountain of cum over her hand. "There we go. Is that better?" A few stray droplets managed to fly through the air, and had landed on her cleavage. I watch them trickle down the curves of her barely-restrained breasts. My dick remains as solid as a rock. "I suppose not. I suppose it only makes sense, but it must have been a long time for you now."
She presses her lips to my cock, her mouth instantly applying suction in a way I never realised was possible. I had researched blowjobs extensively of course, but nothing prepared me for what it actually felt like. My mother was clearly a pro at this, and evidently, sexual stamina was something I needed to work on.
Up. Down. Up. Down. One hand at the base of my rod, twisting and stretching and pulling this way and that. Tongue swirling away around my shaft, all while she continued to suckle away at me like her life depended on it. Somehow it all seemed to add to the experience.
My body's capitulation was an inevitability at this point. I unconsciously add a hand to the back of her head, but I knew that actually trying to take control here would lower the phenomenal amount of pleasure I was receiving.
My cock twitches in warning, and my mother dives down to take my full length inside her throat with ease. I can feel my climax rushing out and pouring against the back of her throat, she doesn't gag or even seem that bothered about it - simply locking herself in place as I plaster the back of her throat with my seed.
She pulls her lips away with a wet pop. One hand massages my rapidly-turning-limp dick. "Much better. And remember, this is just a temporary thing until you find a girlfriend. And your sister must never find out about this, got that Greggie?"
"Sure." I must still be in a daze. I can't seem to find my usual words at the moment.
"Alright. Sleep tight!" She pushes herself to her feet and walks out the door as if nothing serious had happened between the two of us.
I flop back onto the bed, grabbing the second pillow and burying myself between them. "Incest is bad. I am not attracted to my mother." On her knees before me, the barest sliver of cum just escaping from the side of her mouth- I tighten the grip of my pillow. In my minds eye, the camera pans to the right. My sister - half-sister, my treacherous mind whispers - is kneeling there naked as well, looking slightly stunned at the ropes of cum splayed across her face and bare chest. "Or my sister. At all!"
If I buried my face hard enough, I could almost seem to believe it.
Her padlock was unlocked now. Only 3 out of 8 down, and already my home life was... fixed. In a word. Just how deep did this rabbit hole go? "Challenge."
In my room again. GANG. That was the modifier for this one. Ignoring the first, unlikely word that came to mind - it was likely that this was actually what it said on the can. A gang of people. Or perhaps one of the actual gangs of Brockton Bay. Or a version of my sister that had joined one?
Which gave me a range of options to prepare for. Either a group of allies that I would have to get through, an actual armed force that might help her - or she might turn around and blast me with a Hitler salute and a shotgun blast the moment I open the door. That was a strange thought.
Of course, my musings turn out to be largely pointless when I open the door to my room and hear the familiar giggling noises from down the corridor. Gang meant allies on-site then, but in this case that was just some of her vapid school friends. Once again, music blared loudly to conceal most noises that I might make. Useful – and I would be happy to make use of it while it was there. I don't think I could count on it for every challenge I come across.
For a moment, I try to count them. Five. Six. Seven? Perhaps more that weren't talking.
If I had a combat power, this would be easy. But if seven girls all rushed me at the same time, I would probably lose even if all they did was try to hold me down. The only reason I had beaten Alice and Clara so easily was that, even as out-of-shape as I am, they were so much worse. One of them being elderly and overweight at the time, and the other having all the muscle that the cushioned life of a socialite provided - that is to say, none at all.
I pace. I can't afford to aggro them all and rush them through the door. I might get one, two if I'm lucky - but if the others could just compile on top of me then it wouldn't be long before I found out how my sister and her groupies would prefer to kill me. I imagined it would be slow, humiliating and painful - and I didn't intend to give them the chance.
No. I needed a different approach. A way to turn the environment to my favour. If I had a real weapon with some range, or a more vicious weapon in the melee then I could draw them out to the stairs or the doorway and try and hold the narrow entrance.
No. Think of that first time - my mother hadn't snapped and tried to choke me out right away. She had realised I didn't understand the situation, quietly grabbed a knife and then made her attempt. Likewise, when I fought my sister - she had realised that I held the weapon and range advantage and had tried to escape to let the police do the work for her.
Both of them had an element of thought, strategy, human planning and cunning to their movements. Could I rely on them mindlessly rushing me, instead of taking the time to form another solution? A human ladder out of the window? A make-up bomb? Breaking up the bed and furniture for longer weapons? I didn't think they could do anything that they wouldn't in real life – but I didn't know most of these girls well enough to rule anything out.
No. I couldn't leave the option to stand and plan their options available to them. My first move had to force their hand. Ideally putting them on a timer, cutting down their escape paths or possibly just wiping them out altogether.
I dismiss the thought of throwing a bunch of chemicals together and trying to construct a grenade, bomb or toxic concoction to smoke them out. It was possible, sure - but I also had no idea how to go about doing it. For all I knew, I would make a mildly toxic smoke – aggro all of them the moment they smell it and then get drowned in a bucket of bleach. Something simpler. Harder to fuck up.
In the end, I settle on fire. I quickly stack a pile of furniture just outside her door as a blockade and then grab a step ladder to unplug every fire alarm in the house that I could find.
Despite the giggling and discussion in the room, they didn't seem to be 'active'. Just sitting there waiting for something that would aggro them. Their loud laughter, music and talking seemed to have kept them distracted from my work outside. I didn't doubt that any sufficiently loud noise would bring them all running.
There are cans of fuel in the shed and more in the garage just down the street. I hoist them back into the house and start liberally pouring them all over the ground floor, then again in a trail past the stairs up to the high pile of furniture blocking my sisters dorm. I make sure to liberally pour the fuel over the chests and drawers blocking them in - that was the most critical part of the plan. Everything else just shortened the timer that I was about to put them on. I spray trails into the surrounding rooms as well, then double up and repeat my tracks with scavenged oil from the kitchen once the last of my stocks gets depleted.
I hear raised voices coming from upstairs. A door opens, and the voices get louder again. Had they heard me? No - it must have been the smell.
Too late now, I can hear them trying to shift the massive pile of furniture - but I'm already halfway out of the door fumbling with the lighter. The effect is nearly instantaneous, an instant fireball igniting throughout the house. I can hear the screams from upstairs, and after lingering for a moment to ensure they aren't going to make a break for it through the fire while it is still potentially survivable I head around to the back side of the house.
With the corridor and stairs blocked by flames, the rest of the house burning and filling their room up with smoke - they only had a single option. Jump out the back window.
It wasn't an easy jump. Nothing to break the fall but hard concrete. I heft my axe in a double-handed hold as I wait around the corner. They don't seem to be making the attempt yet, though their placeholder discussion seems to have come to a complete stop as they mill around the window.
Soon enough smoke starts pouring out of the open window, bringing with it an unfamiliar blonde who hurtles herself to the ground - misjudging her ability to land on her feet and almost belly-flopping into solid ground. She doesn't get up, and I don't break my position to finish her off.
The next two are more careful, even as their friends push them with increasing urgency. They try to step on a drainage pipe, only for it to give way under them. After a moment, they seem to give up on lowering themselves any further before jumping. I break cover as they stumble to the ground, landing heavily on the concrete with pained exclamations.
Their friends shout in warning as I lodge my axe in the throat of the first. The second doesn't respond fast enough to matter. I let out a bloodthirsty grin at the hate-filled howls from the girls at the window. "Come on then! I'm waiting!"
I can see the flames in the room itself now. Several girls are coughing heavily as dark smoke floods past them. A red glow starting to outline their sillhouettes. Finally, one of them breaks ranks - shoving the others forward. Another girl lands on the body of her fellows. I swing before she even hits the ground, it lodges in her skull easily and I briefly swear as I try to remove it.
Not to worry, I brought a backup. I wave the butchers knife at the girls who were already halfway out of the window, they ease back in warily and I take the opportunity to free my axe. The large notch in the blade shouldn't matter too much.
Nothing happens for another minute, all of the girls backing away from the window entirely- until the house starts to splinter into blue and white once more.
SUCCESS
Reward: Clara Veder +
Did they die to the fire? Perhaps trying their luck with the corridor or bursting through the blockade rather than trying to get past me.
I was lucky, in a way. If they had all jumped out at once, or even just one after the other without hesitation - I wouldn't have had enough time to recover between swings. It looked like the AI was selfish, or perhaps kept some of the real personalities involved. If the girls wouldn't really lay down their lives so that another of them might live, then they wouldn't do it.
Good to know.
The world reforms.
"I suppose that's fine." Mother frowns at me. "I know how much he loves his games. Hang on a moment, I'll grab a seat."
"No need." Clara calls out from her own chair, now clad in a midriff-exposing shirt and shorts as she gives me a confident smirk that looks alien on her face. "Take this seat, I can take a spot on Greg's bed."
Spoiler: Clara Veder
"There's no space-" My protests at being evicted are cut off as she bounds behind me and then pulls me back to lie down on the bed again. Or more accurately, on my sister. Squish. Squish. I've never noticed before, but my sister actually has a rack. I wasn't quite sure if it was just a wardrobe change or if her body was changed just like my mothers – either way… I shuffle one leg over the other as I try and focus on anything else. I wasn't actually attracted to her, it's just that it's very noticeable when the change is so sudden and obvious. It draws the eye.
...I'm a red-blooded American male. Something like this is in my blood, sue me.
"Plenty of space now, right?" She wriggles until my head is firmly resting back into the valley of her breasts and she can rest her chin atop my head to watch the screen. Her arms wrap around my body to hold her controller on my chest in a gesture that seems innocent and practical but seems a little more physical than is really necessary. She releases the controller to press her breasts against my cheeks. "There's no downside to this position, after all - there's no way that my cute little bro would be such a pervert as to be distracted by his own sister's boobs, right?" She squishes them again, the smirk on her face telling me that she knew exactly what she was doing.
Incest is bad. Focus Greg. "Right. Zero chance of that happening." That said. They were, objectively speaking, an incredible pair of tits. I don't have a large amount of practical experience but I've done a lot of online research on this subject and can provide the solid conclusion that her, and my 'new' mother had an excellent rack. Good genetics.
Not doing a good job of ignoring her here. I can see her pout in the reflection of the screen at my words, before promptly pressing the start button on the next round.
I was distracted. I got destroyed. This version of my sister was apparently devastating at playing Dragon. Several swift rounds later, I reluctantly give my concession of defeat as Clara struts from my room with the knowledge that she has finally dealt a blow to me that I can't recover from.
Alice rises from her seat, a slight frown on her face. She hadn't said anything while we were playing – almost to the point where I had forgotten that she was there.
The open padlock taunted me. Clara had a similar one as well, but if she was like this after two missions - then perhaps I should show a bit of caution and experiment with my powers elsewhere before pressing further.
For the sake of my chastity if nothing else.
My mother, on the other hand, seemed fairly normal. Aside from the bit where she actually seemed to like me. Perhaps it was better to say that she seemed like a normal person, and therefore a far better person to test out my power on again.
TUTORIAL
VEDER HOUSEHOLD 5/8
(CAGE)
"Challenge." I'm used to the sensation by now.
Something I am not used to, however, is loading not into my room, but into what I can only guess is an overly large PRT holding cell. I seem to be locked in, of course. No obvious way out.
And of course, I didn't have much time to look for an exit anyway - because my mother had apparently loaded inside with me. I blink as she eats up the gap between us in seconds, apparently her new self - younger and fitter by miles, was now my new opponent.
Which was bad for me. I could run away from the old version, but this one looked athletic enough to run rings around me if I was in twice the shape I am now.
I don't have a weapon, and neither does she. I don't know how to fight, and apparently neither does she.
I duck away from a wild haymaker and dive at her to push her to the ground. Even if she's fitter than me, I'm still a guy. I should have an advantage in a straight-up battle of strength. Wrestling on the ground is my best option here.
We roll around wildly, locked to each and struggling for advantage - she bites down on my arm and I whale away at her head until she lets go. I attempt to get her into a headlock and her knee brushes past my crotch by the slimmest of margins. In the end, I give up on anything fancy and just struggle to keep gravity on my side by staying on top.
A beeping noise grabs my attention. A small countdown box emerges from the centre of the room, and a lone floor tile is illuminated by a spotlight.
Item drop? Or new challenger? As the counter ticks from ten to nine I make up my mind. The former was most likely, given the relative difficulty of us killing each other like this. I think if I tried to launch an actual punch I would only hurt myself. I needed to join some club of some description. Martial arts. Something like that.
No sense worrying about that now though. I smash my head into her forehead, making my own head spin as she jerks backwards in surprise. I push away from her, kicking my leg free from her grasp and sprinting towards the counter.
Four to three. Three to two. My mother stirs and pushes herself to her feet, starting to stumble into a sprint of her own behind me. One. The tile flips vertically before sliding into the floor - another tile rising to replace it. This one had a box resting on top of it. I dive for the box, fumbling with the clasp as my mother promptly dives on top of me in turn. She clearly doesn't value the box highly, perhaps not understanding what it might mean in a deathmatch scenario like this. Item drops that could change the course of the match.
The box pops open easily, I delve inside and pull out some kind of pistol-looking thing as she attempts to put me in a headlock. Possibly inspired by tinker tech, with how many flashing lights and attachments were sticking out of it. I point it at the elbow trying to strangle me and pull the trigger.
There's a deafening roar of light and sound, then the arm drops to the floor at my feet - no longer attached to the human it belonged to.
"Nice." I push away from my mother as she lets out a pained scream. Not feeling the slightest bit of hesitation, I level the gun at her again and fire the trigger three more times in quick succession.
SUCCESS
Reward: Alice Veder +
Simple. So that's what CAGE meant. The squared circle. The wrestlers ring. Cage fight. Two enter. One leaves. Occasional item drops. Easy, now that I know.
That would be dangerous against most people. A fair 1v1... it was probably a good thing that both of my targets thus far had been lightweights.
Speaking of rewards, was I ever going to get another type of reward for winning these fights? A blaster power was looking really nice right now as these fights keep getting harder.
I slip into my room, blinking and turning in surprise as my mother follows right behind me. "You don't need to supervise me." I protest. "I'm going to bed-"
"Shh." She brushes one hand over my forehead. "Gregory, it must be so hard for you."
I blink. "What?"
She looms over me, breasts swaying hypnotically.
That's your mother Greg. She might look not a day over twenty-five and act like a stranger, but that's still her. A small, treacherous part of my mind reminds me that technically we aren't blood-related. I mentally squash the thought.
"I was watching you playing with your sister. You got hard." One hand rubs against my crotch, while her face doesn't move from her sympathetic expression. "Gregory, you know you can't have thoughts like that for your sister."
"That's not it at all-" This was not my fault. Somehow this is worse than her attempting to kill you a few moments ago.
She kneels down on the floor facing me as I lean against the side of the bed. "I know it's because you've been so backed up." She continues. "Normally it would be the responsibility of your girlfriend to attend to your needs, but I know you're still looking for the right girl. So I'll handle it for now, so you can keep on the right path!" She nods happily as if she had solved a particularly difficult problem.
And then she yanks down my jeans, pulls my dick free from its confines and starts jerking it to attention in a single, continuous motion.
"M-mother! What are y-" I break it off with a hiss as the sensation hits me. "-you doing?"
"Shh. It's alright. I'm going to make sure that you are all ready to sleep without that erection keeping you awake." She speeds up her jerking and I lean back onto the bed, holding myself up with my arms as I find myself lacking the willpower to resist quite as much as I had been before.
I liked this. Admittedly. An extremely attractive woman was jerking me off like she was doing me a favour. This was my first sexual experience ever. The fact that it supposedly came from the same mind as my 'new' mother was a minor fact that could be ignored.
A familiar sensation wells up faster than I can call out. My mother makes a pleased noise as I erupt a small fountain of cum over her hand. "There we go. Is that better?" A few stray droplets managed to fly through the air, and had landed on her cleavage. I watch them trickle down the curves of her barely-restrained breasts. My dick remains as solid as a rock. "I suppose not. I suppose it only makes sense, but it must have been a long time for you now."
She presses her lips to my cock, her mouth instantly applying suction in a way I never realised was possible. I had researched blowjobs extensively of course, but nothing prepared me for what it actually felt like. My mother was clearly a pro at this, and evidently, sexual stamina was something I needed to work on.
Up. Down. Up. Down. One hand at the base of my rod, twisting and stretching and pulling this way and that. Tongue swirling away around my shaft, all while she continued to suckle away at me like her life depended on it. Somehow it all seemed to add to the experience.
My body's capitulation was an inevitability at this point. I unconsciously add a hand to the back of her head, but I knew that actually trying to take control here would lower the phenomenal amount of pleasure I was receiving.
My cock twitches in warning, and my mother dives down to take my full length inside her throat with ease. I can feel my climax rushing out and pouring against the back of her throat, she doesn't gag or even seem that bothered about it - simply locking herself in place as I plaster the back of her throat with my seed.
She pulls her lips away with a wet pop. One hand massages my rapidly-turning-limp dick. "Much better. And remember, this is just a temporary thing until you find a girlfriend. And your sister must never find out about this, got that Greggie?"
"Sure." I must still be in a daze. I can't seem to find my usual words at the moment.
"Alright. Sleep tight!" She pushes herself to her feet and walks out the door as if nothing serious had happened between the two of us.
I flop back onto the bed, grabbing the second pillow and burying myself between them. "Incest is bad. I am not attracted to my mother." On her knees before me, the barest sliver of cum just escaping from the side of her mouth- I tighten the grip of my pillow. In my minds eye, the camera pans to the right. My sister - half-sister, my treacherous mind whispers - is kneeling there naked as well, looking slightly stunned at the ropes of cum splayed across her face and bare chest. "Or my sister. At all!"
If I buried my face hard enough, I could almost seem to believe it.