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[b][u]Character Name: Joshua Species: Black Panther

HP: 20/20

Attributes

Strength: 15 (+2) Dexterity: 15 (+2) Constitution: 11 (+0) Intelligence: 18 (+4) Wisdom: 13 (+1) Charisma: 13 (+1)

Independence: 20/20

Skills

Martial arts 6 Hacking 3 Agility 6 Sneaking 5 Hypnosis 4

Suit Design

Minimalist design, with little covering the torso. However, a lot of material around the gloves and sneakers, as well as a tight speedo of sorts, providing basic coverage down there. Remote hacking focus, but the lack of material is also good for quick movements and speed.

Suit Specialty

-Remote Hacking: Your suit becomes an extension of your support hacker, further than most suits do, and can matter-morph to extend tendrils from your suit into other systems and other suits. This leaves you slower and more open, but you can hack easier...though the matter does come from somewhere, and each use leaves you more uncovered than before.

Inventory

N/A [/b][/u] The year is 2201, and the species of earth have found a whole new method of entertainment. Gone are the gameshows of yesteryear, and gone are the advertisements that people used to use to know what to buy, when things were trendy. In the time of the 23rd century, both were combined in the grand "Productivity Shows" that aired all across the globe, and no one company was a bigger sponsor than the shoe company of Hadidas.

Hosted aboard a space station that orbited the planet, the Productivity Shows highlighted a product that was on sale, and that the world was expected to buy. Of course, that wasn't the only thing that was put on display, as the competitors in the show were put through dangerous, sometimes even deadly situations for the watchers' enjoyment. For prizes, of course, grand ones for those that won.

For those that didn't? Well, that was up for debate, because no one knew what happened to them.

You, Joshua, are a black panther that has come to the station to compete. Assigned a partner, a fox named Hamilton, to manage your suit and protect you from others, you are taken by robotic staff to the starting line. Your other competitors are already there, a wolf, a tiger, and a gryphon. They're dressed similarly to you, though with different variants of the suit that you have on, and with a pair of sneakers similar to the ones that you're wearing.

You seem to have some time before the competition begins in this little room, so you can take it easy, relax, or maybe get to know a few people...or sabotage things before the game even gets started, if that's your angle.

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//: Being a fair competitor, I push the thoughts of sabotage out of my mind right away. Seeing that the gryphon and wolf are in the middle of a conversation, I walk over to the tiger, introducing myself to him jovially. (End)

The tiger turns to you, his suit glimmering in the artificial lights of the space station. He's a good eight inches taller than you, so it is a little bit on the intimidating side.

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You glance over his suit, but you don't quite know which model it is. You know that yours is a remote-hacking suit, allowing your support operative to take a bit of control and work through the electronics on the station, but you don't really know what model the tiger is wearing. It does look rather big, though, bulky. Probably something like the combat or the scouting model; you imagine the seduction one looks a good bit more...revealing.

After you introduce yourself, he reluctantly holds out a hand.

"Jared," he introduces himself as. "What you up here for?"

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//: "Up here for? Just here to compete; you make it sound like a prison up here..." (End)

He chuckles, shaking his head.

"Heh, guess I do, don't I? I meant, were you here for the prizes, or are you one of those rich guys that just likes this sort of competition? Not that it matters all that much now; once we start, we keep going til we drop."

He leans against one of the walls near the large bulkhead that will lead into the obstacle course ahead. The tiger's body is pretty slender, overall, though you can see that not all the bulk comes from his suit. He's got a reasonable amount of muscle tone in the legs and around the arms, something that you make note of, just in case he's someone you have to deal with later.

The wolf and the gryphon are getting into something of an argument, but just as the wolf starts pulling his fist back, a voice comes over the intercom.

"[i]Contestants are forbidden from striking their fellows until the start of the game. The countdown until the beginning of the Productivity Show is t-minus four minutes and counting.[/i]"

"Fucking robots..."

The gryphon shakes his head at the intercom, the two of them splitting apart. Jared chuckles.

"Well, looks like we have two people that aren't going to be working together on this run. All the better."

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//: "Yeah, no kidding... On that note, what do you say we team up, at least until those two get taken out?" (End)

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He looks at you with a raised eyebrow, shaking his head a few times.

"You know that never works. Besides, I'm better off working on my own. Those remote hacking suits are just a pain in the ass to look after."

He looks over you, though, and he seems to linger as he looks at your body before looking away again. Perhaps there is something there that makes him wish that he could work with you. Or perhaps he just thinks you look hot in the latex suit; either way, he's got an eye for you.

The room around you isn't that stocked with goods, though there are a few things you might find interesting. There are some files about the other competitors, rifled through on the table. There are also a couple of syringes that are marked with the universal health sign, and a couple of data-disks that might have helpful information or programs, if Hamilton can read them.

You don't have too much time, though. If you decide to scrounge for things, you won't have a chance to try persuading anyone to be on your side, but then again, if you mess up, you might not have anything to take with you into the competition.

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//: I decide to go for the data disks, trusting in Hamilton to help with reading the info on them. (End)

As soon as you pick up the data-disks, your suit fingers turn from black to green, and you hear a soft ping in your ear.

"[i]Huh? You found...the competition hasn't even started yet, and you're already feeding me stuff? Man, they handed me a good one, didn't they?[/i]"

The fox sounds rather interested as he talks through your headset, and you can see the data-disks getting absorbed into your latex outfit. The green glow on your fingers shifts up your arm in circuit lines, and you can see it stop somewhere around the middle of your body, a processing ring appearing around the circle.

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The files must have been pretty weakly encrypted. That, or your support operative was really damn good. You hear him chuckling in your ear.

"[i]Oh ho ho, we're good,[/i]" he says. "[i]We just got the maps for the whole station to work with. No need for finding your way around with me helping you.[/i]"

Well, that's pretty darn good, isn't it?

[b]Item Gained: Station Map[/b]

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//: "Wow, you're the best, Hamilton! We'll win in no time with this info!" (end)

Since you're talking out loud, while Hamilton was only talking in your ear, the rest of the group turns towards you. All those eyes settle on the back of your head, or in the case of the gryphon, on your eyes. You seem to have marked yourself out as a target.

The intercom buzzes again before anyone can say anything.

"[i]Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the latest Productivity Show. Today's sponsor is, as always, Hadidas sneakers, the best sneakers in the galaxy no matter where you're from.[/i]"

A floating camera comes into the room, passing by you and moving around the various contestants. Or rather, around their footwear. From the high tops that the tiger is wearing down to the lower-fitting sandals on the part of the wolf, and then back to high tops again for you, the camera makes sure to show them off from every angle.

"[i]But let's not waste too much time on that. We'll doubtless have many more angles for those shoe shots when our competitors are flying through the air, getting battered and bruised on our obstacle course. Not to mention when they're fighting each other, eh? Hahahaha! The game starts when they leave the room, and ends when one of them reaches the special prize in the center of the station. They'll have to survive four floors of death traps, delaying puzzles, and who knows what other mischievous things that their competitors throw at them. Isn't this going to be fun?[/i]"

"Fuck no, but let's get to it," the gryphon mutters.

"[i]Competitors, line up at the door, and prepare for the time of your lives![/i]"

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//: Mentally facepalming at my earlier blunder, I'm just glad I'm a fast runner as I take to the starting line... (End)

"[i]On your mark...get set...[/i]"

Hamilton buzzes in your ear immediately as the doors start to open, telling you to duck down.

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Despite your advance warning and your normally very quick reflexes, you must have been caught off guard, or been too surprised to actually respond. Perhaps it was something to do with the camera being on you; nobody performs as well live.

"[i]Go![/i]"

And just as the door opens, a barrage of hardened latex bullets come shooting through, shooting right at the starting line that had formed. The other competitors leap around, but surely, some of them should get hit too, considering that they weren't even warned?

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Well, someone did. The gryphon that has been swearing up a storm gets hit by the bullets with you, though by a few less than you did.

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Though you were hit with more bullets, you were fast enough - or perhaps lucky enough - that they were mostly grazing hits. The gryphon, on the other hand, takes one right in the upper arm and one right in the chest. They don't penetrate the suit, but he goes flying to the floor, injured as all hell from the impact.

The other two, the tiger and wolf, are roaring down the tunnel already, dodging and weaving between the blasts of bullets from the turrets at the end of the corridor.

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//: "Hamilton... any way to avoid those turrets?" I whisper, hoping that the fox is listening (End)

"[i]Working on it. Right now, you have the benefit that you're far enough away that they can't lower their guns and shoot you. But unless you want to crawl the whole way...let me check...[/i]"

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"[i]Yes, there's a crawlspace below the floor. There's an entrance five feet forward and two feet up on the wall; I can get it open from here.[/i]"

As you hear the sound of something clicking open, the gryphon is getting to his feet again, having rolled to the side to avoid getting slammed any harder by the bullets. He is looking at you, and you recognize the look. He's considering using you as a living shield, and judging by the suit he's wearing, he's got a combat one that might be able to overpower yours.

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//: Wasting no time, I start to make my way to the crawlspace, banking on the fact that it will be too small for him to fit his wings through easily... (End)

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You easily dodge around the bullets, likely making the audience think that you were faking when you were blasted with them just a few seconds ago. The gryphon tries to follow, but is immediately pushed back by the hail of bullets that were coming past you. He growls from his hiding spot in the starting room, keeping in cover while he works out a strategy.

As you crawl into the crawlspace, you notice that the wolf and the tiger are already out of sight, doubtlessly exploring. They have a massive lead, but as far as you know, they don't have the maps that you do, and that Hamilton is starting to read.

"[i]Alright, looks like this crawlspace will take you down two levels. You want to go forward by three hundred yards, and take the ladder up ahead. The only danger I'm seeing is a wire-trap about halfway down the ladder, but we'll deal with that when it comes around. Man, this is going good, isn't it?[/i]"

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//: "Yeah, but let's not get ahead of ourselves... long way left to go..." I say, making my way to the ladder you indicated. (End)

"[i]Yeah, I know. But come on, first time up here, first time working as someone's operator? Tell me this isn't cool.[/i]"

You're not sure if you feel good or bad about having someone like Hamilton guiding you through on his first time. Yeah, he seems good at this, but...

You notice that the crawlspace is particularly dark as you move along, the walls barely letting in a light here and there from a vent. However, there is enough for you to feel your way along, and know when you reach the ladder. Even as you start to turn around to slide your feet down first, you look back towards where you entered.

Still no sign of the gryphon. Probably good news. Probably.

"[i]Right, so...wire trap. That's gonna be a number of semi-electrified wires, all of them looking to, um...had the manual here somewhere...[/i]"

You can hear the sound of rapid typing as he researches what these are.

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//: Shrugging, and wanting to make up my disadvantage to the other two, I chance going in blind. I scan the rest of the ladder as I make my way down, trying to look for the wires in question... (End)

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You remember watching the television shows for a while, and though wire-traps were one of the rarer things for them to show, it did make an appearance now and then. As a result, you barely catch sight of it before you step into it.

You freeze just as you notice the moving, twitching wires below you, each one moving like a snake and sparking with electricity. Low level, you remember, but definitely enough to make an impact. There's a layer of them about two feet thick below you, more than enough to trap you if you just try and push through.

"[i]Here they are, wire traps. They're, uh, like electric restraint tendrils. They'll grab you and pull you in, and, uh...oh...oh my...uh, yeah, um, let's keep this family friendly, huh?[/i]"

You can almost picture the fox's blush as he exits that particular page. You can almost imagine the illustration that goes with it, particularly as a wire nearly snaps out and grabs your ankle. You have about an inch's space between you and their maximum reach on this rung.

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//: "That's great and all, Hamilton... but any way for you to disarm them?" (End)

"[i]Of course! They wouldn't put me here if I couldn't. I just, uh, gotta use some of your material here...[/i]"

You can feel some of the material around your ankles pulling away, drifting outwards into cords of their own design. You can just make it out in the darkness as they push down, mixing into the cluster of electrified cords beneath you. Despite the insulation effects of the suit, you still feel a surge of electricity coming up from beneath you, buzzing into your feet. The tingling in your soles is not...unpleasant, and you end up with a little bit of strange excitement.

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However, you aren't suffering from it long before the wires suddenly stiffen, then go limp, hanging down without a single spark to be seen.

"[i]Ha! Told you, I'm the best at this. Alright, that's one of the remote hacking charges gone...we got about four or five left, depending on just how hard any future ones are. You want to go to the bottom of the ladder; I'll have the way out unlocked for you.[/i]"

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//: "Thanks, Hamilton! Now, from there, where do we go after that?" I say, sliding down the ladder to the bottom, the material on my hands protecting me from the friction. Soon, I see the exit, and walk towards it. (End)

Crawl towards it, more accurately, considering that you're still in a crawlspace. However, you are able to see much better on this level. The crawlspaces are more open, and connect more directly to the corridors at large. A good, and bad, thing, as you quickly discover.

"[i]Uh...oh. I didn't think this through. We dropped you right in the middle of the Nervous Alteration Traps.[/i]"

Looking through the panel, you can see the air is almost glowing blue, with the ground charged with some form of energy. It looks pretty unpleasant, though there are a number of different 'island' panels where the glow doesn't extend. All too far away to jump between, but with various ways that the different suits can try and influence them.

"[i]Uh, looking for a way...damn it. Can't hack it from my end. If you can get to an island, I might be able to shut it down temporarily.[/i]"

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//: I nod, trying to make my way to an island ASAP. That energy isn't something I want to hang around for too long... (End)

As soon as you stick a leg out of the crawlspace, you feel the energy zap through the shoes you're wearing, striking your foot. It becomes incredibly sensitive, and you shiver as it touches the ground. It sends a string of stimulation all the way up to your crotch, and you pull it back just as quickly.

Surveying the situation, you can see that the ground is about three feet down, which is a little bit better than the place that you crawled into. The hole is bigger too, allowing you to squat within it rather than just poke your head out. The floor all around you is covered in energy, save for the nearest island, which is somewhere between eight and ten feet away. You might just be able to jump that, with the height advantage, but if you miss, you aren't quite sure where you'll land.

"[i]Uh, Joshua? Your suit read-out says that your foot nerves have been, um, remapped to your...Uh, yes, your you know what...I'd uh, uh, be careful about touching any more of that.[/i]"

How does the fox manage to even SOUND like he's blushing?

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//: "Yeah, no kidding..." I chuckle at the Fox's naiveness, as I prepare to attempt the jump... (End)

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You jump as hard as you can, but without momentum and without the proper lead, you can only make it so far. You leap about half of the distance before you come crashing down, and due to a bad landing from a bad start, you fall right on your stomach.

The energy immediately zaps you hard, and you can feel your cock get incredibly hard inside of your costume. It's like it went from soft to spring-loaded, iron-rod in the middle hard in the space of a second. It almost hurts from how hard it is inside of your uniform, and as you pull yourself back up in a hurry, you can see it bulging the front. You didn't even think that the harder latex down there could even DO that, even in speedo form.

"[i]Oh...oh my...[/i]"

Doing your best to ignore the no-doubt embarrassed fox on the other side of your communications equipment, you start walking through the energy as fast as you can. Not easily, though; the energy is continuing to warp your nervous system, and each step feels like someone is rubbing your cock. Or rather, that your shoes are rubbing your cock by touching your feet. Your soles are hypersensitive, and each step down on the soft plushness inside is like a good grind on something hot and sexy.

You are dripping inside of the suit by the time you reach an island, and definitely having a hard time standing in place with how sensitive your feet and the rest of your body have become.

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//: "Oh, please... you haven't seen a cock before, Hamilton?" I whisper, trying to get the fox focused on the task at hand. "Think you can clear a path?" (End)

"[i]I, um, I, yes, a path. Clearing a path. Clearing a path. I can do that."

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Thankfully, Hamilton isn't so distracted that he would mistake that command to mean 'clear a path' for you dick, as the suit's material for hacking comes from around your gloves instead. It interacts with the little spire coming out of the island, and you can hear him tickity typing on it.

As he works, you can hear the sound of other people moving around, fighting, dodging, doing all sorts of things, but to your relief, it all seems to be happening at least one floor up. Nobody else seems to be as far along as you are, and you seem to have recaptured your lead. Thank. God.

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However, as time goes on, you realize that Hamilton is not having an easy time hacking this. He buzzes at you again.

"[i]Sorry, this one's got a really good encryption. I'm about halfway through, though...I think...[/i]"

Well, this could be a problem. The longer you wait here, the more your lead goes down. And the more you start to focus on that needy erection in your pants. Every move you make seems to send a twinge of pleasure down to it, making it difficult to think, difficult to do much without thinking of how good it would feel to play with your dick. Your speedo is bulging so much, almost like your dick is hanging free rather than being stuck in your pants.

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//: Shaking my head to try and clear those thoughts, I get an idea. "Hamilton... instead of hacking it... think you can manually control my costume from there? If you control my movements, you could make me run through, even with me, umm... probably cumming..." (End)

"[i]Even with...my...oh...my...[/i]"

They had to have handed you the rookie that was the only hacker that didn't go for the porn. The fox was silent for a second.

"[i]I, um, I could...but if I do...you'll keep getting changed as you go through it. The readouts already show that half of your nerves on your front and up your legs are re-routed to, um...stimulate you...If you go running through it, it could mean all of your body is like that.[/i]"

Yet, as the fox says that, you can almost hear a tone in his voice that sounds like he'd like to do that. That he would like to control and - if partially - corrupt you with this. Perhaps you have more of a pervert on the other end than you thought...Or maybe you're just hearing things. Who knows?

But the choice is yours.

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//: "It doesn't matter... if you're in the driver's seat, you can get me through this... and then we can make a break for the finish. Do it..." I mutter, steeling myself for what is to come... (End)

"[i]...Yes, okay.[/i]"

You can feel the suit suddenly buzz around you as Hamilton overrides the circuitry in it, and suddenly, you feel your arms moving without your consent. They cup over your crotch, for some reason, and you can feel the fingers digging into your cock bulge. The fox immediately 'apologizes' over the microphone in your ear.

"[i]Just, um, trying to protect it, from further changes.[/i]"

He turns you around, and your body obeys, driven around by the thick and powerful suit that covers you. You never knew how powerful it was until now, and you realize just how strong the hacker suits can be. If you were to get close to someone, you could control their every movement with this suit until their supporter could take that away. And who knew if that was even possible, if Hamilton was focused.

Which he didn't seem to be, right now. Your cock is getting squeezed and teased by your fingers, without your consent, and the suit itself seems to mold more around your cock, squeezing it and making it throb and point upwards more.

"[i]Um, okay...here we go...[/i]"

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You have NO idea how you are going to make it across this floor without making a serious mess inside of your suit, and you brace yourself as best you can. The first step is almost agony with how good it feels, but you bite your teeth and let the suit carry you across.

You feel like you have to keep from cumming, and somehow...you do. Throughout the whole torturous, incredibly pleasurable experience, you keep from cumming all the way across. The inside of the speedos part of your suit is utterly drenched, and your cock feels slimy as all hell from how much pre you're leaking, but you manage to keep from cumming.

Yet...

As your fingers are forced to squeeze your cock...you feel almost nothing from that. A step, and it is like the best mouth you've ever felt on your cock. A direct squeeze...nothing.

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//: That last step was hell, but I made it... I don't know how easy the next step will be, but at least my nervous system will stay like this now... "So, Hamilton... Can you keep control for now? I don't know how steady on my feet I'll be..." (End)

"[i]Well, I can. I don't...do you want me to? I mean, it'll take longer, and -[/i]"

There is a soft thud on the other end of the line, as if someone had slammed their hand down on a console. Apparently, Hamilton isn't the only hacker on that side, and is probably dealing with the other ones as well.

"[i]Okay, okay. Just, uh...give me a little slack here...[/i]"

The fox starts moving your suit around, gradually making you take a couple of steps forward. It's awkward, and it's not the easiest way of moving that you've ever had - and that's not even counting the shocks of pleasure from your oversensitized body - but you are slowly making your way forward again. You can see an elevator up ahead, as well as a t-split in the hallway just before it. Hamilton seems intent on getting you to the elevator, though.

"[i]So, looks like we can take this down to the bottom floor. As long as no one else is using the elevator, we should be able to get right to the last level before the prize. Sounds good right?[/i]"

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//: "Yeah, that sounds like a plan! And don't worry; I'm just glad I'm moving at all..." I reply, looking around for any signs of the other competitors... (end)

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Despite looking around for anyone else, you don't really notice any signs of them catching up. There's nobody coming up from behind, and there's nobody that seems to be coming down the hallways up ahead. You feel pretty confident in yourself, and in Hamilton. It seems like you have a pretty good lead of at least a floor over everyone else.

BANG!

Or so you thought. You glance up, even as the ceiling starts to cave in above you, bulletholes punching their way through the metal. Nothing deadly, just the latex stuff from before, but hard enough to get through the metal anyway. It gets hit twice more, and then caves in, metal shards and - surprisingly enough - the gryphon from earlier falling through towards you.

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You thank the heavens as Hamilton reacts fast enough to get you out of the way, dodging to the side of the corridor quick enough that you don't even get scratched. The gryphon, on the other hand, hits the ground pretty damn hard, hard enough to make a shockwave through the floor. Glancing up, you can see that he's blasted through the last two decks to get down here, probably expending a lot of ammunition in the process.

Though, not enough to leave him exhausted. He groans, his combat suit having prevented the worst of the damage as he starts getting to his feet, and he starts glaring at you. You, uh, might want to consider leaving. Now.

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//: "Hamilton? Get me out of here..." I breathe softly, hoping against hope that he'll be fast enough to get me away from the Gryphon... (end)

"[i]Working on it, working on it![/i]" the fox says in your earpiece, your body moving again, as quick as he can make it move. You are bobbing back and forth a bit, the movements rather jerky as someone else takes control of your body. You hurry towards the elevator, but are very, very conscious of the grunts and growls of the gryphon getting back to his feet behind you.

"[i]Okay, looks like I'm going to have to hack this. It's not going to be easy. Alright, gonna use another part of the suit...sorry about this.[/i]"

You feel some of the material around your speedo coming loose this time, extending outwards like a tentacle towards a data-port beside the elevator doors. It starts sending out little shocks - shocks that you can feel in your dick, though only pleasurably - and you can hear the typing going on in the background.

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The doors suddenly flash open, and you duck inside just as the gryphon's hands come near to wrapping around your throat. He glares at you, lifting his arm to shoot you. The doors are not closing NEARLY fast enough to stop it.

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//: Not seeing any alternative, I attempt to reach for the gun barrel, looking to disrupt the aim for just enough time to escape... (end)

Well, the gun barrel is built into the arm of the suit, so you'll be wrestling the gryphon in close quarters to make that happen. But it's still possible.

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Unfortunately, it's not quite probable, and the gryphon shoves his way forward as you grapple with his arm. And now he's in the elevator with you, pushing to pin you up against the wall. He's incredibly strong, and you struggle against him.

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And he manages it, pinning you down against the wall. You can feel his massive bulk behind you, and his beak bites down at the back of your ear in annoyance. He presses the gun barrel to the side of your head, shaking his own in the process.

"Fucking panthers...you think that you're just gonna sneak off and win, huh? Yeah right...This ain't lethal enough to do what I want, but I can sure as hell put you out of the running."

"[i]He's...he's close enough for me to use a little more of your suit to try hacking his...do you want me to?[/i]" Hamilton asks in your ear, as you see that weapon cock back, on the verge of firing...and a hefty bulge against your much-more-bare butt ever since the door hacking happened.

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//: "Yes... do it!" I whisper, attempting to struggle my way out, but praying that Hamilton can hack into this guy's suit in time... (end)

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Hamilton's typing hits your ears like a burst of static. It builds up for a brief second as some of the last bits of your suit goes missing, leaving you in little more than your speedo - and a much reduced one at that - and your sneakers. It punches through the crotch of the gryphon's suit...

And suddenly, the gryphon is pulled back. You are free to move as the gryphon is shoved up against the other side of the elevator, squirming against his own powerful suit as it keeps him pinned. You can hear the fox chortling happily in your earpiece, and he's probably annoying the hell out of the other hackers in his room.

"[i]Hahaha! I got it! I got it! I got all of his specs, all of his suit, and - Oh, oh...Do, uh, do you mind if I...If I have a little fun?[/i]"

As he tells you this, you can see that the elevator hasn't started moving yet, and that there's a panel on the side of it, with the floors clearly labeled.

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//: "Hehe... take control of a big, muscular gryphon, and THAT'S the first thing that comes to your mind, huh? Have at it! Just, uh, send us on our way first, would ya?" (end)

In order to do that, he has to take control of you again, moving you towards the panel and pressing the appropriate button. After all, he doesn't have control over the elevator right now, and if he were to try and hack it, it would make it harder to keep control of the gryphon across from you.

As you begin descent, the gryphon's suit alters a bit. It seems that Hamilton is making a few changes to suit his own, increasingly perverse thoughts. You can almost hear him blush in the way that he starts panting through the microphone, and you can kind of imagine the fox touching himself. Not that hard to imagine, really, as his control over you right now is making you do the same thing as the gryphon's suit starts exposing more and more flesh.

"This is fucking ridiculous..."

The gryphon's complaints are barely heard as his cock comes flopping out, forced erect by the fox on the other end. It stands up, and the gryphon is made to hump the air several times, mostly in...your direction. The gryphon chuckles.

"Heh, your hacker gonna make me fuck you, you think? Bet he'd love the show."

The gryphon suddenly goes still, and you hear silence on the line. Is Hamilton considering it? He is, essentially, the puppetmaster of both your bodies right now...

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//: "H-hamilton? You're not... actually going to do that, are you? I mean... we still have a game to win..." I ask, trying my hardest not to stare at the gryphon's massive cock, and failing miserably... (end)

It certainly is massive, standing tall at a length of at least thirteen inches, and very thick. The other competitor chuckles at your protest, and twitches his muscle, making his dick bounce a few times. You can hear Hamilton's breath catch at that.

"Come on, you know we both got a bigger lead than any of the others. And he's got total control. What do you think he's gonna do? I mean, listen to him. I bet he's getting off on this. I bet you that he's a bigger pervert than half of the audience."

The gryphon even smirks as he looks down at your crotch, where your cock throbs and spills pre inside of your speedo. It is so sensitive, somehow, ever since the nerve alterations. Hamilton made you shift your weight around, and the simple touch of the elevator wall against your back, the feeling of your feet sliding inside of your shoes, made it bounce, damn near made it cum.

"You see? He knows what he wants. And you know what you want."

Do you? Do you know what you want? You suddenly remember that this is all televised across the galaxy, and your bobbing erection is definitely plastered over a number of screens right now. Maybe you can persuade Hamilton to go on...but it's going to be a tough sell.

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//: Silence is my only reply... I don't want to be fucked on galactic TV, and I definitely want to win... but damn... that cock was too good to pass up. Slowly, I nod my head, giving Hamilton leave to do what he wants... (end)

The fox's commands come too fast for you to immediately understand. All you know is that one second, you were staring at that cock, the next, you're staring at the ground. Your speedo is yanked down, and you feel that hot shaft pressing against your ass, and the sound of the fox's fapping fills your headset, making it impossible not to visualize your hacker 'friend' enjoying the hell out of this.

The gryphon grins to himself as he grinds his cock between your ass cheeks, a little annoyed at the fact that he can't just slam in, but taking his pleasure where he can get it. Now that you're pinned, you can see multiple cameras in the elevator, each one trained on you. The lenses seem to whir and spin, making it impossible to miss as they point at your ass, and your dangling, dripping cock.

Your competitor reaches around, teasing your cock...but you feel nothing. The nerve alteration makes it so that you can't even feel his hand on your cock, like it's gone completely numb. But as he grinds against your ass...oh, that's so much better, and you moan.

"Hehehe, looks like we got a little panther bitch here," the gryphon says.

"[i]Y-yeah, just a...a hot little bitch...[/i]" Hamilton speaks up.

You can feel that you could maybe break free of this; after all, your suit only covers a little bit of you now, and you could fight that. But at the same time...do you want to?

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//: The fleeting thought of struggle stays just that... a thought... at this point, I'm so horny from my redirected nerve endings, that if I don't cum soon, I'll go insane... (end)

"Heh, why don't you tell the cameras just what you are, freak?" The gryphon points your head towards one of the cameras, making you stare into it. The little red light blinks at you, and you know that this face of yours is being transmitted worldwide. Hell, perhaps galaxy-wide. "Tell the audience what kind of slut they've been watching?"

His fingers are soft enough not to hurt, but they hold you tight enough that there's no getting away. You can only stare into the camera, feeling that big, fat dick sliding back and forth between your ass cheeks. Hot pre runs down over your hole, slickening it up, and you can feel every single centimeter of that cock. Your nerves are hypersensitive, and as he pulls your speedo down even further, all the way down between your ankles, he seems to finally have permission to line up his cock. It presses against your pucker, just on the verge of sliding in.

"Say it!" He commands, bumping the cock head against you again and again, teasing you with what you'll have.

"[i]Go on...say it...say it for all of us...fuck, you look so hot right now...[/i]"

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//: "Oh, God... I will... I'm a slut, I'm a slutty panther... and I want nothing more than that cock in me now!" I cry out, wishing I could buck my hips back against it... (end)

"Heh, and now, the whole world knows."

"[i]I...I'm sorry, but this is too good...Oh, man, Joshua...you are...gonna look so good...[/i]"

A few more key types, and you feel that cock push harder against your ass. It's so thick, so big, that you're afraid that it's going to rip through you, but it doesn't. Perhaps it was a bit more hacking, or perhaps the suits had provided you with something, just in case this happened. In which case, you are damn grateful.

Thirteen inches of hot gryphon cock slam deep into your ass, plunging from the rim to your depths in the space of a second. The gryphon's suit whirrs softly as it picks you up, pulling you up off of the ground, so that every camera can watch as your prick bounces and your hole clamps down hard on that dick sliding in. You can see it in the reflections here and there, see how eagerly your hole swallows that massive dick.

Your head is released, and you hear the door opening as you reach the bottom floor. A glance out of the corner of your eye spots the prize in the distance, past a gauntlet of traps. It's right there, only two hundred feet away...

But that dick is in you now, and it feels so good. A single thrust almost takes you over the edge to orgasm, right then, right there, and another takes you closer, and closer.

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//: Even with the prize so close, all I want is to cum... I want that cock to drive faster and harder into me, and I want to be filled with gryphon seed! (end)

"[i]Oh god, Josh, you...you're gonna be a star. You're the hottest thing I've ever seen. I'm gonna...gonna...[/i]"

You hear the fox moaning loudly in your earpiece as he cums, and you can only imagine the mess that's going to make on the keyboard. At the same time, you suddenly feel the gryphon's grip on you tighten, and hear him chuckling to himself.

"Hehehe...well, look at that...the fucker's not in charge anymore. I am."

He pulls you up on his dick, and then rams you down hard, his bigger hands on your waist able to use your body as a fleshlight. You can feel yourself ramming up and down on his cock, feeling it slam into you again and again. Your hole burns from the rapid stretching, the deep banging, but it feels so good at the same time. Your cock is begging to cum, feeling like it is right on the verge...

But it just isn't going over. You grunt in frustration, panting heavily as the doors start closing. What the hell is wrong?

The beep on the earpiece announces Hamilton's return.

"[i]I...I can't believe I did that. I'm so sorry! I couldn't control myself. Get out of there! Your nerves are re-mapped; you can't cum anymore, not without some medical help![/i]"

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//: "What?? I can't??" I cry out in frustration and agony, unable to believe that... however, I can't escape, not unless Hamilton can hack the gryphon again... (end)

"[i]No, you can't. I'll...I'll try and get back into his suit, but - oh god, this is so STICKY![/i]"

You can hear a few small typing clicks going on, followed by a few 'ewww's going on in your ear. But that is rather difficult to focus on with that pounding cock going deeper, deeper into your hole. You can feel the gryphon's fuzzy balls slapping against your ass, swinging forward and slamming against your balls with each thrust. And as the doors close, the elevator starts to rise.

"Hehehe, look at that. We're going back up. Who do you think caught the elevator up there? I bet it's the wolf. That tiger looked like a fucking prick, but him...heh, bet you he'll want a little stress relief, too. Think I could trade you for a chance to get back in the lead again?"

You can feel him building up to an orgasm behind you, and yet, the last of your suit disappears, leaving you in nothing but the sneakers. You will have to spend the rest of the show in the nude, save for your sneakers.

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Hamilton comes through, and you feel the fox let out a deep sigh of relief as the gryphon comes to a crashing halt, right on the verge of orgasm. The arms let go of you, and you are able to wriggle free.

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//: With much struggle, I wriggle free of that massive cock, rubbing my now-sore ass. "Hamilton? Think you can make our friend here take on whoever called the elevator, while we slip back down?" (end)

"[i]I can try, but you saw my luck controlling you. About the best I can hope for is to throw him through the door with a tackle. Anything more finessed...I don't think I can make it happen. If I had any more remote hacking material, I might try and hack the elevator, but I can't do that...but, well, your files say that you can do that. Maybe you can override it and send it back down?[/i]"

Looking at the panel, you can see that it is a possibility. It's not something that'd be easy, but...well, since when has anything been easy?

The gryphon's balls seem to have turned a remarkable shade of blue, and he is groaning, his hands twitching to try and grab hold of his cock and bring himself to a climax. He glares at you, like he blames you for the utter lack of his orgasm, even though he was more or less forcing himself on you after Hamilton finished up having his fun.

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//: I ignore the poor blue-balled gryphon, and turn to try my hand at hacking... it wasn't my forte, but I knew the basics... (end)

And on the plus side, you aren't trying to hack something as complicated as a suit. All you're trying to do is tell the elevator to ignore the call-button, and head the other way. You open the panel and find a pair of wires, leading into a computer chip. Easy and simple enough. You reach in...

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(16+3=19)[/u]

And you successfully re-route the incoming commands so that they're sent to the proper place...or in this case, ignored. The elevator stops, and as you push the button, heads back down. Despite the gryphon's growling, you reach the bottom of the shaft without any further problems, and as the doors open, you see the spotlight on the prize in the distance, a large box that would contain whatever the winner wanted...within rather broad limits, of course.

You can see it now. All you have to do is get past the traps. If you can do that, you win. You glance back at the gryphon, who is shaking in the suit.

"[i]He's...almost free. I can't keep his supporter out for much longer. Better hurry![/i]"

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//: "Quick, Hamilton! Send him into some of the traps ahead!" I say, hoping that there will be one that takes him out of commission for good... and clear a path for me, as well... (end)

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"[i]I'll try - oh, damn![/i]"

With a roar, the gryphon breaks free of the hacking restraints on him, and you feel him barrel into you from behind, knocking you off of your feet and back towards the trap line. You stutter-step, trying to keep from falling into the first, a wire trap like in the crawlspace earlier.

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But you aren't able to. You stumble backwards, and your ankle is immediately caught by one of the low-level electric wires. They wrap around you immediately, and the shocks push you nearly over the edge again. Your cock throbs wildly in front of the entire audience, dripping and squirting, but giving no final pleasure.

The gryphon grabs you by your dick, smirking.

"Heh...Thanks for disabling one of the traps, chump...maybe I'll come back for you, and use you on my way out...if the company doesn't decide to keep you for a future course."

He starts to walk away, completely cocky...but you aren't done yet. You might just be able to wriggle free...or you might be able to knock him into the trap with you. There is room for more than one person, after all.

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//: Seeing no other course of action, I lash out, trying to knock the gryphon into the same trap... at least it might buy me some time, and he'll be distracted by his orgasm, with any luck... (end)

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Unfortunately, all of your struggling just gets you deeper into your trap. The gryphon's laugh is the last thing you hear before the wire trap shorts out the headset with a blast of electricity, and you are surrounded by the gently stimulating electrical wires, some sliding along your cock, others under your tail, and some right around your ears.

As you are completely surrounded in the wires, you hear soft whispers, pushing deeper and deeper into your mind. You don't know what they're saying, you don't know what they're talking about...but you have a moment of horror as you feel your head turn without you telling it to. Then your hand lifts, and falls. Your feet pull out of the sneakers, leaving you barefoot, your sensitive soles zapped again and again by the wire trap.

You are walked out of the wires, still surrounded from the neck up. In the back of your mind, you wonder how you look. A naked panther stepping away, his head surrounded by a hood of writhing wires.

And then even that disappears, as you feel something slide into you. Something cold, something chilling...something giggling.

[i]Joshua lost the Productivity Show just short of claiming the prize for himself. As penalty for falling into a trap at the end, he was possessed by one of the ghosts in the machine, giving it payment for all the work that it had done in running the traps on this level of the game show station. The panther was left rather out of control of his own body, and left the station under a new name, and a new identity in general.

The panther was later found in the porn business, working as a shoe fetish model among other things. He often worked with a wolf that he had gotten to be friends with, and though Joshua himself never truly emerged, he got a front-row seat to a very kinky life that he would never have had the courage to live on his own, particularly once a medical procedure restored his ability to cum. It wasn't as easy as before - often taking as long as four hours to reach an orgasm - but it was better than never cumming again.

Sometime during the start of his career, he got an email from Hamilton, apologizing for everything he'd done to make it difficult for him...and asking for an autograph at the same time. Joshua, now Taren, said that it would be fine, and sent it along.

The winner of the games, a gryphon named Txep, went on to win three more games before finally losing, his fortune going to a number of different charities, and the gryphon himself becoming permanently chastised, unable to cum after the events of his final game. He remained on the station as a temptation and a warning to others, and was eventually able to come to terms with this loss...though some blamed the company of brainwashing, in this case.

And so, the world went on, and the Productivity Shows continued...[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]