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Death: #1

Elio gave her a quest: defeat this Bad Ending and unlock the full powers of her cartridge. It seemed like a simple enough mission, and the Stellaron Hunters seemed cool. 'Rewriting the Finality' — it didn't matter what they called it, she was on board with anything really to help her beat THEIR stupid face in. She was stuck at Lv.300, sure, but she was also already one of the strongest Emanators in the Cosmos. So why… why was she getting her arse handed to her?

"Hah! This kid? You really think you can handle the Elation? Pathetic little cub, can't even level up without a hypercarry."

The Lv.999 Bad Ending stood on the other side of the field, deep purple and black shadows obscured her face and body, a roaring fire erupting out of one eye. Fucking chuuni. The Lv.999 Bad Ending (okay, she needs a better file name — 'Kyukuku' would work, it fit her vibe) surged forwards, giant claw arm outstretched and hungry. She rammed into Silver Wolf, an odd warmth and numbness filling her shoulder as she was launched into a wall.

"Arsehole! I'll beat you real good, you're no match for me." Silver Wolf slid down the concrete to the floor, scraping her back raw and crumpled into a pile.

"Sure, tell that to the broken limbs you're getting." Kyukuku sneered, approaching the whimpering Wolf.

"Wha-?"

Ch-crunch!

Silver Wolf screamed. Loud, pure, and hoarse. Pain shot through her left leg, her breathing grew ragged and harsh as her OS tried to run diagnostics on the injury. Her eyes blinked open to see a thick, sticky pool of blood gushing from below the knee, and the rest of her leg sat just a few inches away — she could feel herself twitching and sobbing as Kyukuku stood over her, arms crossed. stood over her, a smirk growing on her face.

"What happened to 'not being a match' for me?"

"F-fuck you."

"Oh, I didn't know you were like that~" Kyukuku laughed, "but petulant children deserve to be put down for their insolence." Silver Wolf whined at the demeaning comments, her vision getting hazy.

Ch-crunch!

"Ah-ah-ah, no passing out yet. You're being taught a lesson. Focus." Silver Wolf screamed again, her consciousness was fading faster than before. "Good girl. You're never going to reach beyond the peak of Elation, let alone this self-imposed level cap from your own worthlessness. Got it?"

Silver Wolf mumbled something, even she wasn't entirely sure what she said. Either way, her vision grew slightly darker around the edges.

"Wow, and here I thought you'd put up a better fight. At least you're still here."

"F-fuh-fuck you!"

"Save the repetitive, uncreative insults, cub. Any more from you and I'll break your arm too. Oh wait, I'm doing that anyway."

Ch-crunch!

"Stay awake. I'm not done yet." Silver Wolf's eyes began to flutter and dim, but the fresh pain sent another scream through her body and forced her to stay in the present. She was bleeding out on the floor of her room, barely staying awake and alive. She could feel the warmth of her own blood seeping into her clothes, the pain mingling with other, foreign sensations that sent another kind of warmth through her.

As she began to adjust to the feelings, she felt her heart stop — not from fear, apprehension or, Aeons forbid, arousal, but something else. A whirring sound of a laser winding down could be heard through the agonising symphony, and another malicious laugh rang out.

"So pathetic, cub. You really have made a mess here."

Silver Wolf couldn't speak, couldn't breathe, blood pouring out where her chest was… and then the world went black.

Game Over!
Restart?

"Fu-fuck… that– that… what?" Silver Wolf could still feel every part of her body as if it was on fire, the heat of the laser combined with the pain frying her nerves that were still working.

She looked around the dark void to see nothing but a looming popup with a binary option. A second chance? She could totally kick her ass, she only messed up some of the inputs — a shitty run that needed practice. It- it didn't matter that it hurt so much… and felt so good. She'd smoke Kyukuku just fine.

Yes // No

Death: #42

After the first few dozen or so attempts, Silver Wolf had a pattern down. Talk shit, try and fight back, get murdered, respawn. This time would be different, for sure. The running score? Forty one, and she did not want to get any closer to any of the funny numbers. Silver Wolf readied herself, pushing off the wall and running straight at Kyukuku.

"There's not gonna be any funny business this time, shadow clone."

"Really now, cub?" Kyukuku smiled. She always fucking smiled. It made Silver Wolf so fucking mad when she smiled. "You think you're the original? Stupid prey…"

That was new.

"Yeah? Well… I'm literally the best hacker on Punklorde plus you and I have been at this for a while now, so I think I've got you all figured out. Heh."

"Reeeeally now, cub?"

Silver Wolf cursed under her breath, Kyukuku wasn't playing along — worse, she was ruining Silver Wolf's monologuing!

"Y-y-yeah. I know what you do. You're gonna– gonna–" Silver Wolf lost all of her cool and any attempt at controlling the situation was dropped. Instead, she pulled out Prometheus and started setting up a counter attack. Bombs, drones, whatever she could think of she started pulling out of storage. At last, she pulled out a proper gun mod for her console and aimed it straight at Kyukuku's head. She'd just pull the trigger and get it over with.

Silver Wolf saw her own arm jerk to the ground and take the rest of her with it. That wasn't supposed to happen. Her eyes were locked onto her wrist which was pierced through with a hard light construct, blood covering the floor and her pale skin. Prometheus was tossed to the side like a piece of worthless junk (which she certainly was not), just out of Silver Wolf's reach.

"No– nononononono– y-y-you bitch! Mmrghhh… I– I'm gonna–"

"Going to what? You are pinned to the floor with a knife through your wrist."

"I'll– I'll– kick you in your balls!"

"No you won't. I'll make sure of it, cub~"

She smiled again, before pulling out two more hard light constructs.from her… breasts? They were… much, much larger than what Silver Wolf had even a year on E– fuck, she couldn't be distracted like that.

Kyukuku decided in that moment to strike, guiding Silver Wolf's gaze down by dragging the blades across her legs, she reached her ankles and shoved the constructs in, all the way through. Silver Wolf didn't know she could just force her way through bone like that. She also didn't know that screaming was something she could do at the same time as some kind of disgusting, filthy moan that escaped her lips as she was pinned to the ground, save for a single free hand.

"Good girl. That's what you get for staring at a woman's tits."

"I– fuck… I wasn't staring! You pulled a knife from them!"

"Really now?"

Kyukuku took the opportunity to twist the knives a bit more for that comment that definitely wasn't true — she was probably just looking for an excuse to hurt Silver Wolf more — and then returned to Silver Wolf's face. She bent over, holding herself over the pinned down cub, one hand at her chin and the other holding down her free arm. Silver Wolf couldn't feel a single breath come out of that pitch black face onto her own, but she could still feel herself warming there anyway. Shit.

"I– fuck– uhm– no I don't– shit– uuuurghh…" Silver Wolf groaned from the throbbing pain, which seemed to show no indication of weakening any time soon.

The blood was warm that was pooling out of her, but it did seem to be slowing. Whether that was because it was trying to patch itself up or because she was finally running out was not entirely clear. Still, it felt good in a way she couldn't describe or let Kyukuku know about.

"Noisy little whelp. Since when did you get this loud?"

"I'll get you. I'll kill you. I'll fucking– win… eventually." The last part had to be choked out through the pain, even if she wasn't being choked. yet.

"Really now? Well, I think this pathetic little cub has done enough talking, and I think the best way to shut you up… is this."

Kyukuku descended on her neck, licking and feeling around. Her claw went from keeping her head straight to pinning Silver Wolf's shoulder down. She could feel herself shudder from the contact and the pain all mingling together.

"You really do need to be shut up."

With that simple phrase, Kyukuku's teeth sank into the flesh of her neck. The pain was immense. Wriggling and squirming just made the knives cut her up more, but she couldn't help herself from doing it. She screamed and screamed as the teeth dug deeper and deeper into her oesophagus, cracking and crunching and making all sorts of noises.

The screams grew hoarse, then whimpered, then silent. The flesh of her neck was gone, her voice quieted by the gaping, bleeding hole Kyukuku had ripped into it. Protests of agony and anguish turned into spluttering blood and a heaving chest that slowly, quietly, stopped moving.

Game Over!
Restart?

Yes // No

Death: #99

Silver Wolf respawned back into the arena, ready for her next round. She knew Kyukuku's attack patterns by now, there wasn't anything she could do that'd surprise her… right? "Come on, do your worst."

"Shit talking me so soon? Alright, cub."

Kyukuku rushed forward, same as always. Easy boss tactic that would scare newbies, but Silver Wolf wasn't new to her bullshit any more. She pulled away, barely being nicked by the claws. They still hurt like hell, the warmth rushing a bit too fast to be just in pain, but Silver Wolf cleared it. She was open to some punishment now. Prometheus fired off multiple Aether shots, slicing into Kyukuku's skin to reveal black oozing liquid that made Silver Wolf pause for a second too long. What was she even made of?

"Shit."

Sensing weakness like a shark in water, the Dark Mirror span around to go for another rush. The air compressed rapidly as Silver Wolf made it out of her grasp another time, albeit not as lucky. A wider gash, clearly made by a sword, found itself in her side. The blood drooled from the opening, filling Silver Wolf's head with a certain weakness– not the time to think about that.

"You know, cub, if you keep gawking at your own wounds you'll end up dying of sepsis first!"

"I don't plan to!" The prospect of bleeding out sounded somehow more appealing to her, anyway.

"Shame, you would have made such a pretty corpse if you did."

Kyukuku removed her glowing holo-sword from the concrete, pulling it out with enough force to make the material crack under pressure as easily as her ribs. Silver Wolf felt herself gulp and her face warm with 'exertion'. Her muscles rippled under the shadows she donned, tensing and squeezing. Silver Wolf started to wonder what it would feel like if she was trapped in her arms, before snapping herself out of it. She could not be down bad for her mirror match like this. Selfcest wasn't her thing.

Thunk!

She almost forgot she was in a fight. The holo-sword was rapidly launched towards her stomach, but a well timed intervention from Prometheus meant that instead of skewering her, the hunk of metal was cleanly stabbed through. The blade just about touched her stomach, but did not pierce. Not yet, at least.

"My fucking porn!"

"You won't need that shit when you're dead." Kyukuku growled low, almost like those stupid hetslop boyfriends from the garbage smut books she never read, as she picked up the pace while Silver Wolf attempted to make more space to launch her own barrage of fire back.

Silver Wolf got her bearings back, pulling up a console to try and find her [pr0j3kt-b4nny] files as the dark mass sprinted around, looking for an opening to send off another attack. Eventually, she found it buried thirty folders deep in some bumfuck nowhere part of her storage, and began loading it up.

Instead of a large, thumping mech armed to the teeth, Silver Wolf instead felt a horrible sharpness in her abdomen and screamed as loud as she could in that moment. Surprise, agony, probably something else. The holo-sword had found its mark, and Kyukuku was at the very end of it, smiling.

"Got you now, cub. Be a good girl and die. Faster." Kyukuku's claws snatched Silver Wolf up into a proper grab, to make sure she wouldn't wriggle off the holo-sword.

"How many times have you been brutalised by now… eighty? I'm starting to think you keep coming back because you enjoy the pain."

The sword in Silver Wolf's chest heaved around her laboured breaths, slowly being driven into her centimetre by centimetre at a rate she couldn't see but absolutely could feel. Silver Wolf hacked and coughed in her shadow’s face, flecks of blood staining the inky blackness before dissolving into nothing.

“N-ninety eight. Bitch.”

”Aww, how cute! The mutilated corpse can count. Too bad I don’t care.” The holo-sword's agonising march forward kept shooting new kinds of pain into her body that she was barely used to. It kept going, going, piercing flesh and organs until– oh. It had gone all the way through. Kyukuku pulled all the way back out, a fresh set of screams and moans coming from her tiny body as it thudded to the ground for the ninety ninth time.

"Now I really think you're enjoying this."

Game Over!
Restart?

Yes // No

Death: #128

With another save loaded in, Silver Wolf was… having new problems. She was horny. She was aroused. She was fucking soaked. Her knees felt weak, she could feel heat pooling in her boyshorts and she knew Kyukuku could see it all. She could barely feel herself thud to the floor as her legs gave out and she knelt, drooling and hard.

"Silvie… are you still there?" Silver Wolf could barely piece together who the voice belonged to, it wasn't hers and it wasn't Kyukuku's.

"Kafka, stay out of this. Elio told me she was mine." Kyukuku seemed to snap at Kafka– wait, Kafka? Oh, shit. Silver Wolf could feel herself heating up across the rest of her body as she felt Kafka's gaze survey the situation.

"Alright, I won't stop you," she seemed to pause for a second too long, "yet."

"Mhhghhh…"

"What was that, cub? Too fucked out from the last time I killed you?"

"N–no… I can still fffight." She felt her clit throb at Kyukuku's words, almost painfully obviously.

Silver Wolf was already in a horny haze from the last time she died, and all of the pleasure came rushing back in one go when she respawned. It made her an easier target for Kyukuku at the start, which is probably why she did it. Still, it was really good.

"Fucking pathetic. You really want another round? Seriously, you're more of a disgusting whore than I thought. I can see you're hard from getting murdered. What a joke."

Silver Wolf whined, the only thing she could think of doing in response to something so degrading. She had probably came already, but everything felt too much and she needed more. She needed something to snap, and she would prefer if it wasn't her neck. Scratch that, that sounded better.

"I can see you're hard, cub. Do you want me to fix that for you in front of Kafka? Then we can get on with watching you die horribly again at my hands."

Kafka said nothing.

Silver Wolf could barely feel herself, but Kyukuku noticed the nod she apparently made. She sauntered over, picked up Silver Wolf by the collar of her shirt, and dumped her in front of Kafka's chair. Then, with a flick of her wrist, Silver Wolf's shorts came undone revealing her very soaked clit, freely twitching in the cooler air of the basement. Blood from the various scrapes Kyukuku had made carelessly also trickled out of her crotch, mixing with the cum and filling Silver Wolf's nose with the scent of iron and salt.

Kafka did nothing, but she could see her eyes widen.

"Look, Kafka. This is the slut you want for the Stellaron Hunters? The little shit who gets off to being ground into a fucking pulp? I know you've been watching the whole time, but you are getting a front row seat to this now."

Silver Wolf felt herself throb a little bit harder.

Kyukuku's claws retracted, revealing slender yet still powerful fingers. She didn't need much imagination to see where this was going, but still gasped when her fingers fully grasped her member. She was met with a brief chuckle and a mumble about being 'slicker than an oil spill', before beginning to pump up and down at an infuriatingly slow pace.

She could feel herself tense up, brain slowing down to enjoy the moment of her evil clone jerking her off while Kafka in all of her 'dommy mommy' energy watched on in hungry interest. She swore she could have heard a moan slip from her lips (or maybe it was her own) at the same time as Silver Wolf squirmed more than usual, before being slapped with Kyukuku's other clawed hand across the face. Now she could taste the metallic tang of her own blood, sweet with the pain of being hurt.

"See, cub? Kafka's enjoying this just as much as I am, watching you get reduced to fucking nothing~"

"Mmmmffghh…" Silver Wolf's moans were louder than before, and louder than Kafka's– unless they were also hers that she heard, echoing in her own hollow head.

"Of course, I still need to teach you a better lesson, so lets speed this up, mutt."

Kyukuku's hand picked up the pace, smearing blood and semen and whatever else all along her clit, Silver Wolf moaning and whining and humping into her hand for release. She was getting close, she could feel it, her noises became more desperate and needy.

"Kafka… should I let her go now or is it all in the Script, still?"

Silver Wolf couldn't tell what she said, if she said anything at all. What she could tell was that Kafka was slumped over, breathing heavily.

And just as she felt like she was about to finally cum, she felt her head turn sharply with a loud crack, and everything stopped.

Game Over!
Restart?

Fuck! She was still shaking from the stewing arousal in the restart menu. Was she really going to get edged for another ten retries?

Yes // No