Story: Cocknosis Raildex

 

Touma was beyond confused right now. He'd definitely left Misaka back at his place before coming out here, and now she was here? Granted, she was a Level 5, but he wasn't that fast. She'd need a teleporter or something to - Wait, wasn't her roomie a teleporter? Um, but then why would she come out here like this? It didn't make any sense - 

Unless, of course, this wasn't Misaka. Oh!

"I get it," Touma said. "You must be Misaka's sister." Yes, that made sense. Misaka must have a twin sister. There was a certain logic behind it. After all, not only was the spatial difference kind of an issue, but this Misaka wasn't quite as... busty? Yes, she wasn't as busty as the one he was dating. Though it was a little strange she was wearing the same clothes. Her personality was completely different too. Much more robotic, almost to the point of being mechanical.

"You know Misaka, Misaka said while inching away," Misaka's sister said. Weird verbal tick, there. Touma stepped towards her. "Please leave Misaka alone, Misaka said while giving the cold shoulder. Misaka is looking for another man, one that can satisfy the gaping hole inside her, Misaka said with undisguised lustful intent."

Hrm? Something wasn't right here. Touma's instincts were acting up something fierce. It was funny really, sometimes he would just get like that. Was he like this before he lost his memory? Or was it because she was a cute girl?

"Hey, wait up!" he called out, while Misaka's sister dashed down an alleyway. He was about to catch up with her, when all of a sudden she jumped and kicked off a wall, then used the momentum from that to kick off the opposite wall, and repeated that over and over until she reached the roof, and then...? No chance of catching her. "What the hell was that about...?" He wondered, scratching his head in genuine confusion.

Fortunately, this was the modern era, and he had a working phone on his person. Time to call in the cavalry, and get some answers from one of his girlfriends!

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Daisuke was feeling really good about himself today. Now that he'd used cocknosis on himself to make sure that he grew his harem, as well as Touma's, at every opportunity, he felt like he had a better grounding, a better understanding of what he was up to in his life. No longer needing to drown in hot ass, he could relax, take his time, and -

"Found you, Misaka kidnapped~"

Get kidnapped on his way home from school by a pair of girls who looked exactly like Misaka, the Railgun, except their boobs were smaller and - 

"Hey!" he yelped. "Do you -" Alas, that was all he got out before a piece of cloth was stuffed into his waiting mouth and then, he was dragged off into a basement, where - 

Ohhhh, that was a whole lot of Misaka. Staring directly at him with weirdly blank expressions.

In seconds, his trousers were off, and the Misakas were licking at his hypnocock like cats rolling around in catnip. Yes, that was a rather bizarre image to bring to mind, thanks, he was keenly aware!

"Your cock is amazing, Misaka mewled like a horny bitch."

"We need your cock to stay sane, Misaka begged and pleaded like a totally wanton whore."

"Give cock, give cock now, Misaka sluttily nympho'd."

He finally managed to spit out the gag. "H-hey, what's going on here?!" he demanded. "Misaka's meant to be part of Touma's harem... right?"

The Misakas all looked directly up at him, and then they started with something else. Something a bit more than he had been expecting. Something called... The exposition dump.

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Right, so, I think we can safely assume anyone reading this already knows all about the Sisters project, Accelerator, all that jazz? Right? You don't need to read that. You don't need to really see it. The only new part would be Daisuke's reaction to the news while the Sisters present in there with him took turns gobbling on his shaft like an ice cream cone.

Which, come to think, would be an amazing juxtaposition. Imagine it.

"And so, Accelerator - the absurdly powerful Esper we've been talking about - is going to systematically murder us all and we all feel it, so we all learn about what to expect while fighting him."

Gobble, slurp, suck, gobble.

"Also, we were stuck underground until fairly recently, this is the first time we've actually been out and about."

It's quite the tonal shift, but it would probably get old really fast. It's the kind of joke that's funny the first time, but drag it out and it starts getting awkward - up until it's been dragged out enough that it gets to be funny again, but is it really something you'd want to read? That dark, depressing backstory interspersed with Daisuke getting a sloppy amateurish mechanical and perfunctory blowjob? All of that punctuated by assorted 'Misaka says' horny puns?

No, you can imagine that pretty well, I think. We've kinda covered the salient points without going into all the kinda unsettling juxtaposition of it all. 

See, within Daisuke's brain, his cock had implanted a command just this morning. He should grow his and Touma's harem anytime he gets the chance. Well? Touma had the real deal. He had the original Misaka ready to spread her legs for him at the drop of a hat. So? Why not lay claim to the clones for himself?

I mean, that's a pretty fucking huge harem at that point, right? Thousands strong. Can you even imagine how many Misakas that is? Go ahead, try to imagine it. Actually, let's make it easy. Five Misaka Sisters all standing in the same place. Make them do the Charleston, go ahead. It's not that hard to visualise, right?

Now picture a thousand of them. Go ahead. Hell, let's make that easier. Picture a thousand anything. Grains of rice, tennis balls, donkeys, take your pick just make there be one thousand versions of it in the same general vicinity. Can't do it, right? Human beings are bad with big numbers.

Just a reminder: There were 20,000 Sisters when the project started. Accelerator has, by this point in the story, killed about half of them. Just a little bit more than half, actually. So there were slightly less than 10,000 Misaka clones for Daisuke to tap.

Let's be real here, even if he had as much sex as he could day after day, he'd most likely never tap them all in the course of his life. Luckily, that's where the gestalt existence comes in. They were all simultaneously aware of him, and his cock, and were also aware of what it was like to suck and lick that cock. That perfect, mind melting cock that provided a woman with sex that was, in the most literal sense of the term, addictive as fuck.

That was being spread out at this very moment across nearly 10,000 clones. All at once.

"You are all my harem slaves from now on," Daisuke said, grunting as he nutted inside the Misaka that was blowing him. In her mouth, at least. Elsewhere? That wouldn't be long. "My cock demands that you all submit to it. The Misaka Network belongs to my cock."

Yes, this was an important objective. Whose objective? Never mind that for now. This was only half of his command. The other half was 'drowning Touma in so much ass that he cannot do anything to stop us'. It would be difficult to justify sending some of the Misakas off to bang him while the others were his to do with as he pleased. Um? It would be difficult for him to keep track of, basically? At least, without someone noticing...?

Not to mention Accelerator. That was someone even he didn't want to mess with. According to the rumours, the guy shrugged off Esper powers like a dog shakes off rainwater. Confronting him with the power of cocknosis was... to say the least, a major risk. Hypnosis didn't work on him because he could somehow filter it out of his brain. Given that cocknosis required direct line of sight, and the guy was as fast a bullet...? Yes, going out of his way to expose his cock to some guy seemed... Ill advised. To say the very fucking least!

Still... The part of Daisuke that was still himself, and not the part that was ruled by his cock, was starting to take over again. All these girls... What a monstrous thing to do. For them all to experience, day after day after day. Barbarism in the name of science. It made him want to pound the wall in frustration!

But he was truly powerless here wasn't he? Even with the power of cocknosis, confronting a monster like Accelerator was outside of his ability... But... It wasn't outside of Touma's, was it?

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Misaka's phone ringing was not something she wanted to deal with right now. Right now, she was getting to know her harem sisters better, which meant her face was at present in between Aisa's thighs, and - 

"Urgh! Who is it?" she snapped, then her tone shifted instantly, a blush tinging her face as she heard his voice on the other end. "T-Touma! Huh? What do you mean? I don't have a twin sister. I mean, I am pretty sure my mother would tell me - No, no she wouldn't Parent Trap me... You saw her buying food...? Hold on, one second."

She put her clothes on in record time then grunted in annoyance and ran out the window. Yes, the window. Not the door. When you're a Level 5 Esper you get certain benefits and - 

Wait! That is herself running across that rooftop! What's she doing there?! No, no, there's no time for that! Misaka had to catch up to herself, and find out what the fuck is going on here - and for good measure, admonish herself for interrupting her quality time with her fellow loveslaves!

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Once upon a time, Touma would have most likely tried to resolve this situation by himself. He would have, without a doubt, marched on out there and tried to track down the Misaka he'd seen, thinking it was a twin sister in trouble, and wound up getting himself caught up in something much larger than he could handle in the moment.

That was before he was getting laid fairly regularly. That was before he had no less than three cute girlfriends to rely on. One quick phone call, and she was here in the blink of an eye. The speed of a Level 5 really is something else, huh?

Watching her from down here was something else. She was using a steel plate to carry herself across the air. When it tilted, his heart jumped out of his chest and his instincts screamed at him to move to catch her, but Misaka was clung to the top of it like she was glued there. Some form of static electricity...?

Regardless, he gave chase in the direction he thought she'd gone in. It wasn't easy keeping track of her. She could fly, and had a bird's eye view, while he had to keep to street level. Dammit! Had she gone straight ahead, or taken a left here?

"Touma!" a voice called out. Index had given chase. "Misaka suddenly rushed off before we were finished!"

"Is everything alright?" asked the other girl running alongside her. Aisa seemed a bit more in shape than Index was.

"We need to find Misaka," Touma said. "I didn't expect her to react like this. Come on!"

They'd already lost a ton of time as it was - but then again, it turned out to not be as much of a factor as he'd first expected. As he was running down the street he caught sight of Misaka casually strolling down an alleyway... Carrying something over her shoulder. Something that was distinctly rifle shaped. She turned, locked eyes with Touma, tilted her head - and started to run.

On instinct, Touma gave chase. What the hell was this? What's going on here?! Behind him, Index and Aisa were already giving chase. Something was chasing up and down his spine as well. A really bad feeling. Something really, really bad was waiting for him down at the end of this alleyway - and he was pretty sure that whatever it was, it was going to piss him off like nothing else.