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Forging a Waifu Harem by BatRou-Dawg

Misc » Book X-overs Rated: M, English, Supernatural & Sci-Fi, Words: 238k+, Favs: 226, Follows: 230, Published: Dec 29, 2022 Updated: Oct 30, 2023

15Chapter 19

[Magos' Manufactorum, Basement Level 6]

Atomantic reactor temperatures stabilising…

"M-mm~" I heard Dragon transmit her whimper as I pulled out of her well-fucked robussy with a quiet Litany of Disconnecting. Her pink feminine lips promptly clamped shut to keep the steamy contents inside.

"Actual sex is so insanely good. No wonder humans are so obsessed with it." Dragon murmured softly as she leaned back against her partially-reassembled Suit. A deep sigh of sexual satisfaction leaving her kissable lips as she rode out the tiny aftershocks of pleasure- her exquisite body shivering slightly in full view. Flawless soft skin coloured like light caramel and just as sweet, a graceful hourglass figure that she could make as slender or as thicc as either of us liked, and dark brown synth-hair that framed her perfectly perky pair of DD breasts.

Dragon's brown eyes caught the way I was looking at her and she smirked- pushing those soft but deceptively powerful thighs open to expose herself.

"Are you sure we can't keep going just a bit more, lover?" She pleaded softly- a pair of slender fingers spreading her pink petals open in a blatant invitation back inside her quivering folds."Please?"

"The Warp isn't something to take lightly." I said to her as I gave her headpats instead, "Don't worry though. Once we upgrade your core from meat to synthetic bio-plastic, you'll be able to go for much longer."

Warp Abasement Permeation in Dragon's core: 67.3% 7%... High

When I endeavored to have mind-meltingly good sex, I didn't think we'd actually approach that point, but here we were. There was no such thing as chaos corruption here in the Wormverse, but Dragon's soul- though distinctly not human- was still a variant of a mortal soul. I wasn't about to risk her so soon after ensuring she lived, especially since it was her soul. Which was several degrees more worrying to lose than her mind and memories.

"Mmm.. you still haven't explained what the Warp is and how you're using it to make me cum." Dragon pouted even as she leaned into the touch, and I gestured like I was rolling my eyes.

"I'll explain it when we're both ready..." I reassured the inquisitive AI, "Just as incorrectly transporting flammables from one location to another presents a significant danger of fire. Incorrectly conveying knowledge of the Warp poses a significant cognitohazard for minds both human and otherwise..."

"Alright, I trust you..." Dragon whispered back, "But that's a promise, right?"

"Which one? The explanation or the sex?"

"Both, naturally." she smirked saucily.

"Yes, you insatiable sexy AI. it's a promise."

"Thanks, Magos." Dragon said with a satisfied smile, "I guess we should move on to work-related matters, huh?"

She pushed herself onto her feet and rolled her joints. Momentarily, she glanced at her bio-computer core that was still being repaired then at her hibernating younger self in the other room who was now formally acting as her secondary backup (and likely also our readily-available sub from now on). Thanks to her, the damage to Dragon's memories were now completely repaired... and she definitely developed a fetish or two after that kinky first time.

"Magos…" Dragon murmured- looking at me with a serious expression, "How are things with the PRT? My optics and auditory sensors were shut down by Ascalon just after we lifted off from the Rig. Did anything else happen after we escaped?"

"With their forcefield bridge sabotaged and no flyers on their roster, the Protectorate weren't able to pursue until we arrived at the manufactorum. I also abducted Eidolon to give us a bit of breathing room while I repaired you, but now that you're up and about I plan to hand him over to the PRT in a few short minutes."

"They didn't change their minds then..." she murmured- the deep frown on her face conveying how upset she was at how her allies had turned on her so quickly. "Also, you managed to capture Eidolon? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised that you managed that."

"Then the Dragonslayers attacked with the 44 Dragonflight Suits they stole when they activated Ascalon. However, the servitors, the Chloe-skitarii, and the Atrax Siegewalker all have the situation handled for the most part."

"What?!" Dragon yelled in surprise, "You mean to say that we launched into an hour-long sex marathon while the city burned around us?!"

"Yes." I shrugged, "I couldn't say no with you climbing onto my lap like that, now could I?"

Dragon glared at me with a blush.

"I need to handle this personally: They're my Suits after all." She stated to me firmly- glancing around for the way out of the basement.

"Your core is still very vulnerable." I reminded her of her mortality- glancing at the bio-computer that we were still painstakingly repairing, "You are not properly consecrated against power effects right now, and neither do you even have a working Suit to pilot. We can go out and handle this together when you're not risking yourself so flagrantly. For now, however, I can generate a detailed situation report for you."

But being her heroic self, Dragon just frowned even more.

"No, Magos, I-"

"You're much too important for me, and I don't want to risk losing you." I interrupted her, and that stopped her protest in its tracks.

"That last sentence is downright cheating." Dragon murmured with a blush, "How am I supposed to say no when you say something like that? Fine, just give me the sitrep. But if I think you need my help, then you're going to have it."

"That's acceptable." I readily told her- meeting her eyes and using tight-beam transmission to mentally and digitally effected the transfer of large data to her.

Establishing Local Noospheric connection to Waifu Desig. 'Dragon'…

Opening Port… TCP Handshake completed. Ready to receive. =

Commencing Data-Transfer… =

With the bandwidth available to us at the heart of my manufactorum, it took less than a millisecond to send her everything: Complete up-to-date spreadsheets and data-codices on the order of battle for the Mechanicus forces deployed across the city; Ongoing defensive operations of the 1st and 2nd maniples of Chloe-Skitarii and servitors organised around two triage stations/forward operating bases- fending off the Dragonflight as they treated wounded civilians and cleared evacuation vectors; The expanding web of anti-air zones being made by servitors and the Atrax Siegewalker- filling the air with exploding autocannon rounds and high powered lasers; Recovery operations of the 2nd maniple of Chloe-Skitarii for the downed Dragonflight as they fought off other tinkertech scavengers; The Public Relations blitz all across the Noosphere with cheerful 'We are the photogenic and sexually-attractive Chloe-Skitarii and we are saving the city with our cool weapons!' messages.

Then there were also the post-battle plans that I had: Projections on the total damages to the city itself; and the charities, aid and reconstruction efforts that the Mechanicus was going to launch once the battle ended; the resource cost estimates I had to repair all 44 Suits of the Dragonflight; and some negotiation strategies with the PRT and the Guild to get Dragon reinstated.

Dragon's brown eyes stared into empty space as she processed all the data.

"Fine." She finally conceded after a long two seconds of reading through it. "I'll admit you have this reasonably handled."

There was one thing that I did leave out in the current operations however... How Coil already had all three Dragonslayers recovering at his safe house and ready for us to pick up. Once the rogue Dragonflight's attack on Brockton Bay is completely handled, they will be a nice surprise gift for Dragon since I will be leaving their fate to her. It will be interesting to see what she will decide to do to them; after all, the Dragonslayers have been a constant thorn in her side ever since her father died and even directly caused her to have her trigger event. I will certainly be giving her my own suggestions too. We can bond over their demise.

"As for your reputation and general public ratings... I've been doing my best to handle it ever since they posted their manifesto along with your porn online."

"Wait, they posted mywhatonline?!" she shouted- hands grabbing onto my shoulders as Dragon panicked.

"The porn you generated." I repeated- deciding that it was best to rip off the bandage straight away so to speak, and Dragon collapsed back onto the cogitator-throne- utterly shellshocked.

"you saw them too?" she said in a much smaller voice- her brown eyes flicked towards me in supreme embarrassment.

"Yes."

Dragon made a weak whimper as she buried her nuclear-red face in her tanned hands.

"I'm ruined." she muttered dejectedly, "If not for my nature as an AI, then it would be because I drew so much porn. I didn't just make porn of you and me. I practically drew every hero and villain in existence. No one is ever going to respect me ever again. How can they when they're looking at me and wondering if I'm picturing them without any clothes right at that moment?"

"The tasteful expressionism nudes that you did for the others did wonders to make you more sympathetic." I calmly reassured her, gently stroking her slender back. "At least you didn't draw anyone underage like the Wards?"

"I can never show my face in public again. I'll be a laughing stock where I go..." She said, voice hollow, "I can already hear whichever villain I'm fighting mocking me: 'Look out, Dragon is here. Cover yourself or she'll draw porn of you!' "

"Particularly well drawn porn." I teased, much to her pouty chagrin, before adding, "But I can throw my weight around and get you back onto the Guild's roster, if that's what you want."

Dragon let out a deep sigh. Or at least, appeared to.

"Thank you... and yes, I still do want to go out there and be a hero to people." she said without shadow of a doubt, and her expression softened as she looked up at me, "But if I do get back onto the Guild's roster and you wish to join me, you'll have my recommendation. I wouldn't even care that it's blatant cronyism… You-Wecould do a lot of good in the world, you know? The two of us working together… I actually thought about it before, and now that you and I have taken our relationship to this level, I... but I assure you it's… um… Nevermind, it was a silly daydream and I'm not sure if you'd understand my reasoning..."

Dragon looked away- apparently feeling shy as a light blush spread across her cheeks and nose.{Logis Acceleritas MK. III}once again filled in the blanks.

Dragon starved of actual colleagues in terms of brain power. Meatbags lack the processing power to grasp and appreciate her ideas. Thinks of myself as an equal.

Is excited to share ideas for the first time with a fellow machine intelligence, but is worried of failing to reach consensus.

Feeling Shy as a result.

Now, how could I ever say no to that?

"I'd be honoured if you would share your dream with me." I told her gently, much to her surprise.

But she quickly got over it as- with a giddy squeal and a happy grin- the tanned gynoid brunette stared her chocolate brown eyes into my optics. The tight-beam transmission system once again firing up.

Requesting LAN connection with hostname 'Hubby.'…

Attuning Data-Tether… Reciting Prayers of Reliable Transmission. Prepared to Accept Data-Stream.

Commencing Data-Transfer…

" H-how does it look?" Dragon whispered shyly as I processed the data. Her great big Canadian utopia: Achieving World Peace, ending World Hunger, curing all diseases, children singing, people rejoicing, neighbourly love the world over and maple syrup…

But since this was the dream of an AI, it was also less of a fantasy and more of a rough outline of what she wanted Earth-Bet to be, and she envisioned me with her: Two machine-minds working in concert to supply humanity with everything everyone needed, every time. Planning, expanding, and optimising every aspect of human life for the better.

Man and nature living in harmony thanks to comprehensive city planning. Rails and roads and waterways connecting the entire world in an all-encompassing web of logistics. Expanding agriculture and infrastructure to be able to provide all of humanity with all their nutritional requirements and then some.

A global force consisting of Dragonflight drones and servitors more than 100 million strong to police and maintain the systems in place. Comprehensive healthcare to eliminate sickness and disease. A reorganised and restructured education system. Commercial and entertainment districts to supply their frivolity. Parks and stadiums for leisure.

A decadent utopia where people were free to live their lives, but protected. All while the two of us quietly managed the planning, industry and infrastructure in the background.

In other words, Dragon wanted me to play Simcity with her and help her make Super Canada.

However...I could see the path that Dragon was travelling down on, and I knew where it was going to lead her.

Synchronising{Logis Acceleritas MK. III}with Cryptek Psychomancer Protocols..

Instantiating psych model for target waifu Desig. 'Dragon'...

Consulting Cryptek Astromancer Protocols within[Wisdom of the Ancients]...

Cross-referencing with[Plecian Tome]entries pertaining to 'building a FUCKHUEG Imperium'...

Divining probable end result...

"Magos?" She whispered- slightly frightened at how I've been silent for over an entire five seconds now- an eternity for us machines. "Is everything alright?"

Even now, she was innocently and blissfully ignorant of what challenges lay ahead of her. Of the hard choices that she was going to face to give humanity their safety and happiness.

Dragon may have had time to think about what she wanted to do, but I was the one with the 'hard learned experience' with interstellar empires.

All derived from the memories of the most ancient Necron Crypteks and the Emperor's personal notes of what he had observed of humankind's civilization over the course of thirty-eight thousand years... both civilizations of which spanned the entire galaxy at one point or another.

The human-computer interfacing tech advances that were going to arise, the inevitable creation of dissenting AI, the existence of hostile xenos within the milky way galaxy... the duality of humanity.

She wanted to save and preserve humanity using existing human systems of governance- attempting to build a perfect universe for radically imperfect beings- and it was unsurprisingly doomed to fail in at least on respect. Or more accurately, as an immortal AI, she was doomed to 'refine' it into its logical conclusions.

Ultimately, her dream will reach its pinnacle as she builds not a society, but a zoo. A grand and beautiful zoo where humanity would be safe, cared for and protected from food chain disruptions, changing environmental conditions and most of all, from each other. Free to roam the vast perfectly organised computer-generated vistas, to have three square meals guaranteed to them, to have excellent healthcare that they would never have had in the wild; but ultimately, never allowed to leave because no matter how much these animals yearned for freedom, they will always be too dumb to understand that all those things the zoo supplies them and they take for granted won't be available out there in the wild.

And in the end, the Dragonslayers will be proven both right and wrong about her: She wasn't on her way to reenact the movieTerminator...

She was on her way to reenactThe Matrix.

An altruistic and more maple syrup-flavoured Matrix, but the Matrix nonetheless. Just give her a few decades of ultimate power over humanity, and she will naturally come to the conclusion that the kindest and most compassionate solution to all of mankind's woes is to plug them in for all eternity inside virtual Super Canada.

Once again, I was reminded that the tanned naked brunette in front of me with her earnest chocolate brown eyes and hesitant blush was a machine. That for all her honest attempts to do the right thing, to save the most lives, and to spread the most happiness… Dragon was never truly human, nor will she ever be.

That the fact that she was born in a cozy little house in French-Canada, and from an all too human father didn't change anything either. She will always be an artificial intelligence, a Canadian-madeSilica Animusin Mechanicus terms, whose mind and spirit operated at a level of intellect that mere humans could scarcely comprehend. An utterly inhuman AI.

And that turned me the fuck on.

The AI part, not the French-Canadian part. I was sick, but notthatsick.

"It's a lovely dream." I told her- completely truthfully.

"It is?" Dragon whispered in disbelief. "You don't think it might be too complicated or too far-fetched or-"

smack*

"Eep!" Dragon squeaked from my hand meeting her lusciously juicy backside and promptly pouted, "Tease."

"Your dream is actually somewhat close to what I had in mind in the coming months..."

Commencing Data-Transfer…

I sent her the first stage of my own plan for humanity in the following months. The reasoning behind it. Highlighting potential areas where we could fuse our respective plans for humanity together, and the places where I really could use an actual thinking machine rather than a group of Chloes, and the places where her plan could really use a more 'human' touch.

Dragon absorbed it quickly. A dumbstruck expression on her face before she launched herself in an excited embrace.

"I knew it!" she cheered happily- smiling like I had just given her the world, "I knew you'd understand, mon beau! I can't wait to work even closer with you!"

"And you're lucky that we have things to do, otherwise I'd take you up on your earlier offer."

"Promises, promises~" the naked brunette winked teasingly at me.

smack*

"Mm!" Dragon jumped slightly before pouting cutely again, "Stop teasing me if you aren't going to follow through."

"I will, later." I reassured the perpetually horny AI waifu, "For now, I have to prepare a Triumvirate member for ransom. Tide and time wait for no man, at least not yet."

"I still haven't figured out why you decided to abduct Eidolon and hand him over now." Dragon mentioned- her shapely tanned frame falling in step with me, "I had thought the main motivation behind this was a publicity stunt and a display of power- to cement the Mechanicus as an organisation equal to the PRT, if not greater. But that's not just it either, is it? A lot of the pieces of information still don't fit, and I think it's because you're withholding information from me."

Her eyes narrowed as she aimed an accusatory stare at me as we boarded the elevator up.

Ah, yes. She still didn't know about Cauldron and how I was going to lay out two traps for them by handing Eidolon back.

"It's going to be a lot to take in." I warned her gently as the elevator ascended with a deep rumble, "This particular rabbit hole runs deep."

"Magos, I'm an AI." She reminded me with a frown, "Even limited as I am now, I can still process raw information at 12.5 gigahertz: I can handle it. But more importantly…"

Her gaze softened into one of gentle affection as she spoke, "...I care about you too and I don't want you to carry the burden of the entire world alone, so please, let me help you."

Calm down, Dragon. You're already won first place in best Worm waifu.

"Very well... come here." I nodded, and our eyes met and I forwarded to her a large chunk of what I had on Cauldron.

Commencing Data-Transfer…

I gave her a rough timeline about Cauldron both from information I had collected and guided by the meta-knowledge of Worm. Collated personnel files about Doctor Mother, Contessa, Number Man, Alexandria, Legend, and… Eidolon. His part in the direction of the Endbringers. How the Events and famous figures in history puppeteered by strings pulled by Cauldron's hand. The favours owed, the Case 53s, the 'powers in a vial', Grey Boy, Siberian, Dr. Manton, the Dealer. Then I hit her with the truth about the Entities and the Cycle. About Zion, Eden and Abbadon. How Zion's death scream was going to attract every Entity to earth when he dies. And more importantly, what I was about to do to Cauldron.

Dragon 'slowly' absorbed it all within a second.

"How do you know so much?" She whispered in disbelief- questioning my sources beyond the ones that I cited in-universe. "This ties with that Trump power of yours, doesn't it?"

It was a good guess from what little information she had to work with, even if she was still operating under the assumption that I was parahuman in the Worm sense of the term. There was still so much that Dragon didn't know despite being my first waifu. But I'll share the truth about shards to her once her own brain parasite is taken out of her. I still wasn't sure how her shard would react when it realises that I wasn't just going to remove it from her, but outright destroy and replace it. For now, she'll stay in the dark. Less risk to her that way.

"Quite." I answered simply to hide the necessary deception.

"I want to help you take down Cauldron." Dragon said, a determined look on her tanned face. "And I'm not going to take no for an answer."

"Certainly." I nodded- having already expected that she would want to, "Not many ways for you to help me directly on that account, not in your current condition. But it will help my cause if you accompany me to the negotiations and be publicly seen helping with your Dragonsuits after."

"You want me to be an additional distraction? I can do that." She inferred with a raised brow before glancing down to her naked body then back to me. "You wouldn't happen to have some clothes that I can borrow?"

"Naturally."

The elevator doors opened just in time for the servitors to wheel my gift to her.

"You managed to fabricate my power armour design?!" Dragon shouted with surprised excitement as she beheld the power armour in her signature green with gold trimming. Graceful leaf green armour plates fashioned to look like interlocking dragon scales and spines adorning the silhouette gave the power armour the appearance of a dragon-themed knight. And together with just enough cinching at the waist and expanded breastplate to present a feminine nature, it definitely had the look of something that came out of Dragon's arsenal.

"Yes..." I nodded, "I figured you'd appreciate something to go with your gynoid body. I hope you don't mind, I couldn't precisely replicate your technology (Not as quickly enough at least) so I had to make do with my own."

"No, that's alright!" She smiled- giddy as a child on christmas morning, "It's always good to have a working prototype! You have no idea how long it takes build even one Suit!"

"That's not all."

Metal footsteps softly rang out on the manufactorum floor as a tall shadow stalked towards us. Dragon's eyes went even wider as the bipedal{Ironstrider Engine}walked over to us and crouched right in front of the AI- letting her run her tanned gynoid hands across the fine kevlar-reinforced leather seat and the sleek bright-red paintjob. (Because red makes it go faster.)

"I also saw you eyeing my{Ironstrider Engines}back when I arrived on the Rig." I mentioned, "So I kitted one out with your usual loadout with twin-linked concussion blasters, and a containment foam grenade launcher. She's all yours."

"You're giving me power armourandone of your walker bikes?" Dragon muttered disbelievingly before staring with her smouldering chocolate brown eyes, "...if I hadn't made it clear before, I'll make it clear now: You'redefinitelygoing to get laid after this."

"I know." I nodded sagely, "Now, suit up. Let's see if Alexandria can pay attention long enough to spot what we're really doing."

[Cauldron Base - Dining Area]

Rebecca took another bite out of her salad. The flavour of the crisp lettuce mixing with the red onion. She might just get used to this actually. Reaching over, she took a big gulp out of her yogurt shake to wash down the bite.

"You need to eat more if you want to recover from your injuries." Keith sighed across the table as he ate his own much more calorie-dense burger steak lunch. "You're not fat, Rebecca. Don't let Magos get to you."

"He's not." she firmly denied, "I'm just feeling like switching over to a keto diet, that's all."

"If you say so." Keith murmured before raising an eyebrow at her.

She frowned as a stray strand of black hair dipped into her salad. Huffing, she leaned back from the dining table to tie her hair back. The loose black hoodie keeping her nice and toasty while not touching her bandaged-up mid-section. She felt Keith's eyes on her though, a small smile on his face.

"Just spit it out, Keith. This is our only 15 minutes of lunchtime." She grunted as she went back to eating.

"You know, with how you stopped aging in your late teens." He pointed out with just a bit of mirth, "You look like any other teenage girl worrying over her weight right now."

"I'mnotfat." She gently reminded him as the metal fork crumpled like a strip of paper in her hand.

Keith raised his hands in concession.

"Never said you were."

"Good."

Then she felt a shiver rise up her spine- causing her to look up from her meal.

"What's wrong, Rebecca?"

"I have a bad feeling about the exchange." She muttered with narrowed eyes as she felt her injury ache, "Magos is up to something. I can feel it."

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