Cursed Edgerunner Chapter 7

With plenty of money saved up for the Sandy... Like an extra fifty thousand eddies then I should actually needed honestly. I decided to head back to Remnant for the next couple of days.

As I wanted to pick up information on the usage of Dust, especially Dust Casting and Dust Forging as I wanted to at some point reforge my Gorilla Arms and Muscle Tendons with Gravity Dust, or something like that. 

While I was waiting for Sandy on the other hand, I also had a bit of a cheat in gaining combat experience if you really thought about it... There was the Brain Dances or BD's that would allow me to live through the eye's of people in combat.

Feeling what they did, feeling their high emotions, and the experiences would be translated back into my own mind. There was a huge reason that Brain Dances were often illegal in several countries outside of the US, here in this universe still.

Sure, I sure as hell wasn't going to be able to get a BD on tutorials in using Cursed Energy which wasn't too much of an issue at this point. As I could pull it up slightly on my own at this point.

But I could still get martial arts lessons based Brain Dances for fairly cheap. And for a good bit more, I could get BD's for combat and free running training through Night City via the Brain Dance provider having similar implants to what I had.

"Hmm, for as shit and depressing Cyberpunk even this one is. It still isn't as bad as RWBY which is constantly being attacked by more monsters." I mused to myself as I ordered several martial arts BD's to download along with some more esoteric implant/superhuman-based martial arts and free-running videos.

And then looking through the BD's my lips twitched as I read their... Very interesting titles. The boxing and Muay Thai martial arts BD that focused on people having augmented fists and arms along with strengthened legs and whatnot.

Was aptly called. [Punching through bitchhood.] And the free-running video was called. [Running away from all your problems without breaking your neck.]

Truly... Truly inspiring titles that conveyed their contents, but their positive reviews were what mattered and I needed a bit of a leg up to say the least.

 While the final BD video I got, was a more general video explaining how to shoot, assemble, and disassemble most guns here that you can find in Night City. Which I thought would be a good idea.

As I was probably going to need to get a better gun than my auto pistol at some point... As that shit woudn't do jack to someone with subdermal armor implant's, actual armor, or likewise something like a Curse.

Or Grimm, for that matte,r honestly.

But before I went back to Remnant to fuck about, I threw myself into the BD's. Living the memories within them, as the creator of the [Punching through bitchhood] BD was a Edgerunner vlogger who made a bit of a name for himself for being a jacked Brazilian dude who went for smaller targets.

Or just did protection work as was shown in this video at least. As Brain Dances depicting actual murder were very much illegal, even if you could get them pretty easily.

I was immersed in the memories of using a older set of Gorilla Arm's, mechanical arms that were like mine but several generations older in bar fight's and generally beating the tar out of some assholes that went after the Brain Dance creator's client.

And after going through the Brain Dance I swallowed as I could feel the guy's joy at breaking bones with his mechanical arms. I could feel his blood rushing at as gunfire rang out in the alleyway's of Night City.

Then I closed down those feelings. "That guy is also already dead... Beaten to death by a Cyberpyscho with a mechsuit. Don't start speaking Portuguese Jake." I muttered as I shook the taste of a Fanta shot out of my head.

With that, I realized all too well how people could get addicted and lose themselves in the Brain Dances of others. People living the glamorous life of being a celebrity at least the best parts of it.

And of course of the blood rush of violence and or the more extreme forms of sex.

So, with my mind cleared, I jumped into the next Brain Dances. My mind was filled with the other two manuals and memories of the two people. And as I came out of the free-running video, I couldn't help but rub my chest a bit.

As the creator of the Brain Dance was a woman, and riding along in her Brain Dance, I got to feel what it was like not to have a set of bait and tackle between my legs and a couple bouncy weights on... My Chest?

She did a lot of high-speed free running through the more densely packed parts of Night City. With her having a set of Jenkins' Tendons to make her running much smoother and stronger, while also having Reinforced Tendons to allow her to double jump and land with more ease.

Either way, I got through that video and the gun-based brain dance without too much mental trauma. Was I utterly addicted to Brain Dances now? No, but I certainly could see how people could be.

"Now for some actual mental trauma," I muttered as I pulled at the super spatial ring on my finger, and a portal opened in front of me. Leading back to that lewd and terrible version of Remnant.

And as I walked through the portal... I realized something rather troubling. As I walked of the portal in the middle of the park street where I had previously teleported away from. When I used a smoke bomb to allow me to flee from the crasp of the horny huntresses that were after am.

'Uh oh.' I thought seeing several people staring at me in surprise at seeing me come out of the portal. So I did the perfectly logical thing to do and just hefted my bag filled with silver/gold coins, dust.

And other goodies, before moving on like what I did was totally natural, of course!

I headed back over to the local library and, without much care, I downloaded all the information I could get on dust casting that was publicly available. Then I decided to get a bit more in-depth with Dust Weaving.

I had this funny idea of maybe using hard light dust to make a second layer of aura armor or something with clothes. Or maybe go the Cinder route and have Fire dust in my clothes to send fire balls and make myself highly resistant to fire.

I was watching a rather interesting video of some dude working with gravity dust in shoes make shoes that could absorb kinetic energy kinda similar to Jaune's shield in the later seasons of RWBY when it went to shit.

When a soft female voice spoke up from behind me. "Excuse me."

I paused the video and turned slightly in my chair to look at the girl in question and blinked... Going still at the sight before me. First the woman was a Faunus like Feixiao obviously was, but instead of a fox faunus, this one was 'Obviously' a cow faunus with the curved horns atop her head.

And her 'secret' faunus trait of fucking MASSIVE milkers! That filled out her tight shirt that's buttons were holding on for dear life.

"Ahhh, yup, what's up?" I spoke after I tore my eye's from the DXD grade tits that were a cognitive hazard due to their natural gravitation pull.

The woman smiled and, shifting slightly she spoke in a soft voice, rather demure actually. "Could you help me out? The librarian is an old woman, and I need help getting a book from the top shelf. I don't want to have her get a step ladder out." 

For a moment I was a bit annoyed at getting pulled away from my research. But I just gave a wry smile and said. "Alright, alright, I can help you real quick."

The big titty cow girl brought me into one of the asiles and she pointed at the top row that was going to require me to get on my tip toes as well. "Can you please get me, Dust Weaving Dreams, please?" 

I grabbed the large book and as I handed it over to her I asked curiously. "So I am new to Mistral, is Dust Weaving pretty popular? I am looking into it as well... For a hobby, I guess." I added seeing her confusion as men weren't supposed to have an aura obviously.

"Ahh, yes, it's fairly common. It used to be a lot more common until Dust alloy forging became more available." She spoke kindly and with clear interest in the topic.

After a moment of thought, and seeing her very... Colorful clothes that had streaks of glittering Dust in it, I realized she was likely a huntress in training or a full huntress so I smiled and continued.

"That's interesting. So out of curiosity, if I stitched a line of gravity dust into my boot's could I pulse the gravity dust upon impacting something to absorb the impact and put all the kinetic energy into whatever the boot connects to?" 

As I spoke the woman's eyebrow rose and she grinned. "Oh, that's a very interesting idea. Uhmm, my name is Varessa, how about we come into the study room so we don't interrupt any readers and we can speak more?" 

Knowing that talking so openly in the library was a no-no. I just nodded and followed the short stack into the sound-sealed library and as she closed the door behind us... I was reminded about how hopelessly horny and desperate huntresses were.

'Uh oh... I am in danger.' I thought with a wry smile seeing her turn around with a flush as she looked me up and down... In a clearly thirsty light, no also in a more predatory light.

As she clearly took in how this room was padded to provide complete silence, as well as how it only had a single exit and no windows into the room.

"So anyway, your thoughts?" I asked trying to move things back to the real topic I wanted.

Varess bit her lower lip, and she took a breath before she walked over to the table and spoke clearly distracted. "Yes uhm, that would work, even if you didn't have aura. You just have to sync up a pressure sensor into the bottom of your boots to pulse a current into the dust." 

"By the way... What was your name? Haha, I already told you mine, but I didn't get yours." She said as the short stack jumped up a bit to sit atop the reading desk next to me.

"Jake Bariss," I said simply before I asked her a bit more about what was needed to do Dust Weaving and she explained without any issue... Besides her being distracted and obviously considering how to get me to plow her on the desk.

A few minutes later, after the technical discussion and I was taking a small sip from a bottle of water I had bought from a local store. 

She finally spoke the damning words. "So Jake, are you seeing anyone? You said you are new to Mistral and I was wondering... If you had anyone back home."

I wondered about the question for a moment. Should I say I was disinterested in the short stack faunus, or should I make up a lie about there actually being a woman? Be competitively racist and say something like I wanted a woman who I could rope around the neck like a real cowboy.

Or do I just ride the waves and go along with it?

Fuck it, I was literally an edgerunner. Why would I pussy foot around with an input who wanted to be docked?

"Nope, I just got to Mistral and don't have a girlfriend or whatever," I said with an easy smile before I stepped forward towards Varess and I looked into her purple eye's and spoke in a quieter voice. "Why... Are you looking to put in an application?" 

And it was completely obvious that Varesa... Most fucking certainly didn't expect me to be the one pushing her.

As she flushed and she put a hand over her large breast with her giggling nervously haha as she literally blabbered adorably. "Haha, an application? Uhm, I must have left it at home... No, my teammates must have borrowed it haha?" 

I couldn't help a slight sadistic smile, and her blabbering went dead silent as I gently put a hand to her jaw. "Shhh, now... Do you want me to fuck you through the desk. Or do you want to get under the desk and suck my dick while I do more reading?" 

The Faunus, Huntress in Training gaped at me for a long moment as though questioning her entire life choices that led to this moment. And then she whispered in complete disbelief at her actually getting to do literally with a guy that didn't result in a restraining order.

"Yes, sir?" 

So with a hum, I gently pulled her off the desk and said as I pulled off my belt. "Good, then if you are going to call me sir. Then I want to feeling those fat tits around my dick and you sucking it before I fuck you into a mess." I said gruffly.

And Varesa just nodded dumbly before I dropped my hard cock onto her face with her smaller but firm hands holding my dick as she stared at me with the eye that wasn't covered up by my meat.

"Well... pull up that shirt." I demanded and she nodded hurriedly and she pulled up her belly exposing sleeveless shirt off herself before she encircled my cock with her large and very... Very soft tits.

Like really soft tits, they had so much give that I could see her hands sinking a few inches into those sweater stuffers.

"There we go... That's a good girl, now suck the head." I spoke softly and with some affection that made her flush with her eye's widening as I grabbed her large cow horn with a hand.

"Hmm!" She moaned into my cock's head that peeked out of her titty pocket of joy. And as she began massaging my cock with her tit's I made slight motions to increase my pressure. 

And as I pulled out of her mouth she whispered hotly. "My horns, they are super sensitive!" 

"So... Do I squeeze them both harder?" I asked with her biting her lower lip before flushing and nodding.

So I did so, I held both of her horns with one hand with a firm grip. And I controlled her heads movement via those horns until I decided to get a bit more lube for the titty fuck she was giving the majority of my cock.

And I pushed out of her tits and into her mouth making her gurgle a bit. But my cock sunk into the short stack's throat with very surprising ease making me wonder if it was part of being a cow faunus honestly.

Then I just spent the next few minutes just stretching out Varesa's throat with my cock enjoying the tightness of her throat while she just held onto my leg.

But I knew I was very much on a time clock, seeing as this was all too much a public spot even if we had the door to the listening room closed.

Someone could come check in on us, and I really rather not have the old librarian come in and seeing me plowing the shortstack like she was my cock sleeve.

A soft pop rang out as I pulled my cock out of her throat and her purple eye's and stared up past her pink hair that had some teal highlights. "That's a good girl." I whispered, letting go of one of her horns to gently stroke her cheek.

"I was good?" She spoke with hazy eye's that were the definition of cock drunk.

I nodded and then I leaned down and grabbed her by the back of her skirt, making her squeak in surprise as I plopped her on my lap as I sat down in front of the read table. "Yup for being such good girl, you get to ride my dick as long as you want... And with your skirt, we can hide how much of a slutty little cow you are, if you behave." 

And there was a moment of enlightenment, no, a sort of religious nirvana in her eye's as she hurriedly pushed aside her already soaked panties and I was welcomed into the sodden heat of her cunt.

"Ahhh." She whispered hot into my neck before she whispered. "I've been wanting this for years! Everyone told us we would never find a guy, all the guy's literally just run from us, I had dozens of drinks thrown in my face, been pepper sprayed, and even had a civilian woman hit me with a car to get me away from their man!"

"Finally! I got a dick for myself!" She sobbed into my neck as her soft thighs in complete opposition of her emotional turmoil were far more primal as she bounced on my cock like a professional drummer would hit the bass drum.

Having a huntress, someone that was clearly superhuman after training for years to slay monsters riding my dick was fucking awesome obviously! She was the energizer bunny of bouncing on my manhood and as I pulled her by her hair to pull her back a bit.

Those huge fantastic soft tit's were perfect for burying my face into..

'If I got this bitch pregnant... I wonder how much milk she would make?' I coudn't help but wonder as these tit's were top notch honestly.

And her being a cow faunus obviously made me a guy wonder you know.

The sounds of our sex continued on for another half an hour. She bounced in my lap, cumming repeatedly and even as her brain was seemingly melting out of her ears from the pleasure of our fucking, she just kept going.

And I had no doubt that without my aura, that she would have undoubtably busted my hips, legs and probably given me internal bleeding with the force of the fucking she was giving me.

Finally, after my own third orgasm she herself coudn't continue, and she just laid her head on my shoulder limply.

As for herself? I had zero fucking clue how many orgasms she had, as by the tenth her mind and body seemed to have melded into a fucking machine that only responded to my cock hitting her depths. And was her sole purpose in being driven to drain all the cum out of my balls.

There was a long silence as Varesa mentally put herself together and then with a loud clicking noise the door began opening and in a flash of movement I pulled my jacket off the table and threw it over Varesa's chest while I leaned over her and looked like I was reading the opened book she had on the reading table.

The old librarian peaked her head in, and saw Varesa sitting on my lap all but motionless and for a moment... I thought she was going to call us out before she just rolled her eye's and said very quietly. "Wake your girlfriend up in ten minutes young man, the study room is being requested by some more people."

I just nodded with a slight flush with the old lady huffing in amusment and then closing the door with another loud click even as I felt Varesa's strangling depths at being 'caught' loosened ever so slightly as she exhaled in total relief.

"Alright Varesa, you best get up and probably clean up with..." My face twitched as I could feel the fluids from our fucking having made quite a mess on our lower halves.

Varesa leaned over to where her purse was and spoke out softly. "I got some water and burn dust if you trust me to wash and dry us really quick."

I nodded and then my lips twitched as she pulled out two Dust crystals being water and fire Dust. But also she pulled out her cellphone with her leaning against me with my jacket falling past her tits and she smiled impishly. "So Jake... Mind if I immortalize this memory?" 

I hummed and then with a grin I replied. "Only if we can take some posing pics as well so I can have some good memories as well." 

Varesa's smile grew and so we took some pictures, first in more 'sweet and loving' pictures in us making out and her just sitting on my lap and looking up at me longingly with her shorter size.

Then it got more risque, taking timed pictures with my face buried into her tit's, my dick between said tits,. My dick brought almost back to life laid across her face, and among other positions.

"Hehehe... My team is going to be soooo damned jealous haha!" Varesa giggled like a fucking gremlin about to do great and terrible evil.

And hearing that, I coudn't help a shiver as I wondered how they were obviously going to react. "So anyway, phone number. I need those pictures as well." I said as I coudn't help but marvel at how she was able to use her aura to percisely control those Dust crystals to powerwash our clothes in the air, and then dry them out in a couple of minutes.

There was a pause as Varesa's giggling paused and she slowly looked at me like I said the rain later today was instead going to be wine falling from the sky. "You want my number? Wait you will actually give me your number?" She asked in clear confusion.

And I just deadpanned dully. "Yes... I want those pictures as well, but also I need the number for you, when I have some free time. Maybe we can work out together or something as I could use a good spotter." 

I leaned in and with a husky tone I whispered into her ear. "And when we are all good and worked up from working out. I will bring you back to my hotel room for some 'deep muscle massages."

Varesa looked two seconds from ripping my pants off but.. And I could literally hear her groan in need as I pulled back and demanded with finality. "Scroll number now." 

She hurriedly tore a piece of paper from a notebook and hurriedly put her number on it. Then after she handed it to me, I nodded and asked. "Good, now try not to get smothered with a pillow by your teammates when you show off to them." 

She opened her mouth to say something but she just yelped as I smacked her thick ass with a clap as my false skin covered Gorilla Arm's made her aura appeare with the force of the blow.

"See ya later Varesa, I got shit to do, maybe I will see you later tonight." I said as I strolled out of the room with the cow faunus staring at me longingly.

'Hmm, I should pick up a Scroll, and after I sell off the extra gold and silver I got. I should commission a massive hand cannon.' I mused as I had an idea to replace my shitty auto pistol I ordered off Doordash.

With the Dust alloy technology of this world, and Dust Ammunition itself. I planned to mount a computer targeting system into the gun to synch up to my implants so that I could pin point my aiming especially for when I got the Sandevistan I had been waiting for.

It was just as I was getting into a Scroll store that my idea made me realize something very funny actually. 'With an oversized hand cannon, a Sandy to slow my perception of time, and myself being a merc... Won't that make me Kiritsuga Emiya?' I muttered mentally.

I actually paused as I was looking at the various scrolls in the Huntress section, as I wanted the most durable kinds of Scrolls... And they could even hook up to user's to register their aura.

But I paused as making Counter Guardian Emiya's outfit would make me fucking badass obviously! Even if it was a bit edgy.