Story: Cocknosis Raildex

 

Let's step back to the Sisters for a minute. Who are they? What are they? We covered this in brief previously, but perhaps we should elaborate on them before continuing further. We had covered their reason for existing. The experiment to reach Level 6. We had covered how it was meant to work, but who are the Sisters?

They are a series of mass-produced clones of Misaka Mikoto, the third-ranked Level 5 esper in Academy City. Created as part of the Level 6 Shift Project, their purpose was to provide battle data for Accelerator, the city's top-ranked Level 5, in an attempt to push him to Level 6 through a brutal process: the systematic extermination of 20,000 of these clones. This much we have covered already, but who are they?

They share Misaka's DNA, but even so the Sisters are distinct from her in both personality and abilities. Due to the rapid aging process used to create them, they are physically identical to Misaka as she is now, but lack her full power, being capped at around Level 2 or 3. Instead, they possess a unique ability called the Misaka Network, a shared mental link that allows them to communicate instantly and process information collectively.

But who are they?

Their existence raises deep ethical questions, as they were treated as mere tools by Academy City’s scientists.

It's a tale as old as philosophy. Who are they? It's a story with a new twist added when humanity conceived the idea of cloning. Who is the clone as compared to the original? How much does nature vs nurture really matter? Are we defined by our genes or by our environment?

There can be little question of one thing though: Each Misaka copy costs 180,000 yen to make. Not counting food, water, healthcare and so on. That's just the production value alone. Here's another factor we can tell for certain. Their portrayed personalities are markedly different from the original... And their Electromancy power is at perhaps a Level 2 or 3, certainly nowhere near the Level 5 of the original. However, they have a power that Misaka does not.

The Misaka network.

Through the Misaka network, the Sisters all retain the experiences of one another. Thus, each of them has resolved to live their lives differently. Accumulate different experiences, read different books, watch different movies and research different areas. Thus, pooling their knowledge, becoming greater than the sum of their parts.

That is... until they saw the cock.

None of them had sexual interest before that moment. They were soldiers. Slaves. Obedient to their makers. Their sole existence was to try and kill, or at least survive, the #1 beast that was Accelerator. 

That had changed. Now their sole purpose in life was to satiate the rapidly growing urge within all of their bodies. The urge to receive commands from the cock.

"Should we really be discussing this?" one of the Misakas telepathically said. It doesn't really matter which, but let's say it's 9901 for the sake of keeping track. "Should we not be discussing how to defeat Accelerator, Misaka asked while developing symptoms of acute nymphomania."

"There is something to that, Misaka observed," let's say this was Misaka #1000. Again, it hardly matters, when you get right down to it. This is purely for narrative simplicity. "The sooner that Accelerator is six feet under, we can get on that six foot monster!"

There was a murmur of general agreement among the Sisters, the logic was sound, once they were done killing a certain albino the sooner they could set about getting on it.

"One moment, Misaka observes while discovering how to masturbate properly~" Misaka 1001 sang in her own mind. "There is no reason we cannot multitask."

"According to my analysis, there is a high chance the cock is warping our thinking, Misaka said," That was Misaka 9901 again, by the way.

"In which case, could we use that to defeat him? Misaka asked." Misaka 1003 this time. "If we expose him to the cock, perhaps he will become as obsessed as we're getting?"

"Cock! Misaka moaned in a needy, desperate manner. Need commands from cock, Misaka begged and pleaded." That wasn't any one Misaka, as it happened, but rather around ten of them at the same time. The rest soon fell in line, except for Misaka 9901, who sighed wearily and decided, fuck it, if you can't beat them...

"Then let's find that boy and make good use of him, Misaka sighed wearily while giving into her urge to play with her slutty body~"

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It was the next day. Daisuke sat up in bed. Stretched his limbs out. Looked to his left. Nobody there. Nobody in his room but him today. No enthusiastic friend to wake him up by sucking his cock. None of his new harem was here to tease him with their huge boobs, big round butts, or... whatever.

On the one hand, he kinda missed that. On the other, he was pleased for the peace and quiet.

Even so, he couldn't quite shake this feeling that he was being watched by someone. A someone that he could not see.

Was it his imagination? Well, he looked down at his cock. His stupid big perfect cock which, apparently, warped the minds and will of anyone that looked at it except himself. Wait. Unless...?

"I am not sleepy," he said to himself while staring right at his own cock. And then, just like that, he was wide awake. Full of piss and vinegar, whatever that meant. Actually! He had a pretty good idea of what it meant! He hopped up out of bed feeling like he might burst with energy if he didn't express it in some way, some form.

"Oh, so I can affect myself!" he said, which led to him having an idea. If he used it to make himself more careful, then maybe...

He stood in front of a mirror. Stared directly at his cock. This was it. This was it! No more growing harem, no more carelessly letting girls glimpse it, no more bringing home strange girls and ravaging them until they turned stupid. He opened his mouth and -

"You will grow your harem at every opportunity," he said confidently. "Furthermore, you will grow Touma's harem to keep him too drowned in ass to come investigate you!"

Wait, something wasn't right there, that wasn't what he meant to say... Was it? Daisuke rubbed his head. Oof! For some reason he had a splitting headache all of a sudden. What was he doing again...?

"Right," he muttered to himself. "I was heading off to school. Maybe today I'll avoid banging more extremely cute girls."

Huh, that's weird, for a moment there he could have sworn he had hear laughter in the back of his mind, almost like someone was taunting him. Ah, whatever. He went about his daily routine, that is to say, without the sex he was regularly getting. It actually felt a bit weird leaving his home without getting his end away.

But that feeling of being watched... It followed after him, even now. Someone was definitely watching him. Even at this moment. Ugh, this was just great, now he was turning into a paranoid maniac on top of everything else!

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When you're engaged in routine reconnaissance against the most dangerous being in the entire city, you tend to pick up a few skills. Like, for example, efficient use of binoculars. Camouflage. Quick reflexes. One of the Sisters was engaging in this at that very moment, spying on Daisuke as he was going about his business, the other Sisters devoting themselves to the task of eliminating the distraction that was Accelerator, pronto.

"Misaka needs instructions, Misaka lewdly mewled," the spying Misaka whisperer, mostly to herself. "Need to see the cock. Get instructions from the cock. Surrender our will to the cock. Cock. Cock!" Then, after a beat. "Misaka sluttily slutted."

Let's ignore how she verbed that noun and instead focus our attention on what was happening here. Normally, after exposure to cocknosis, Daisuke would give the girls some kind of command. Or something that could, hypothetically, be seen as some kind of command. In this case? The Sisters had seen it at a distance. They hadn't even heard his voice yet. But the moment they did, the moment they heard Daisuke say something, it would seize ahold of their souls and compel them to act.

Let's also ignore, for the time being, the argument about whether or not clones even have souls.

The fact of the matter was that cocknosis was about as absolute as you could get. At the sight of Daisuke’s cock not a single one of the Sisters could so much as consider denying him. They would have done absolutely anything, no matter how lewd or depraved. Betrayed the project that they had been born for, swear themselves into his service for life and become his personal live in maids. If he had a mansion big enough for them, they would have happily all lived there and become his personal cocksleeves, waiting on him hand and foot, kneeling at his feet just for the chance that he feels like using one of them.

But instead of any of these commands, they were left with nothing but an all-consuming hunger and throbbing need deep inside them.

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While that was going on, Touma was actually getting woken up in the best way possible. Namely, Misaka, Index and Aisa, all naked, all licking his dick like a shared ice cream cone. Looking down at them like this, he could only writhe and grunt, while pondering what kinda playboy he must have been before losing his memory.

As it was, this was too much stimulation for the current him to take! He shot his load over all three of the girls. Then took a deep breath, rubbed the top of his head, and stumbled over to the kitchen portion of his small flat, so he could get something to -

"Huh? Empty...?" he said, staring inside in disbelief. "But I stocked it just last night...!"

Behind him, Index was busy cleaning up his semen from the other two girls, the nun (former nun?) greedily licking off the other two. Right. That shouldn't be a surprise. What misfortune! That girl's stomach was a black hole, surely!

"Hey!" Misaka said, handing him some money. Huh? "What? I come from a rich girl's school. If we're an item, then... y'know."

"I couldn't possibly," Touma said while taking the money. "A man's pride wouldn't allow for me to take money from my significant other," Touma continued, while putting the money in his wallet.

"Trust me, with the way you rocked my world last night..." Misaka muttered. "Uh oh, it's starting to wear off, I'm about to go tsun- eek! D-Don't take it the wrong way! I mean, it's really fun when we fool around but it's purely a physical thing, I mean - Ack!"

Right. He patted her on the head. This side of her was cute as well. "I'll be right back with breakfast then," he said. "Try not to do anything loud while I'm gone, don't want complaints!"

"No promises~" Aisa called back. Right before she and Index fell to the floor. Well, alright then. Touma made sure he was presentable... there was a lot of body fluid in his room right now, and he wasn't sure if any of it got on his clothes or hair. Seemed fine. Then he left, wandering down to the nearby store to pick up a few things.

Man, but those three sure were wearing him out. Made him wonder how guys in harem manga and anime series ever kept up with theirs. Lots of them had more than three, after all. Ah... He really shouldn't think too much about - 

Wait. looking across the street, he was certain he could see... He knew that mop of red hair at a glance, even from the back. The uniform, too.

"Hey, Misaka?" he called out. "How did you get here ahead of me...? Did I forget something?"

The girl he was taking to turned around. Something in her eyes felt... off. Distant. The expression on her face was blank.

"Does Misaka know you, Misaka asked the cute boy whose cock was clearly inferior~"

All of a sudden he had the funny feeling that this was not the Misaka he knew.