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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale	By : Crystal_Dreams_Writes Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3887 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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“Target’s Sandra Dorsett. Target’s biomon went blank a couple of hours back, suspected abduction” V and Jackie found themselves riding an elevator as T-Bug was giving them the brief. It was a rescue mission, but something was unsettling for V: Scavvers had been seen converging on the neighborhood as of late. As T-Bug continued with her brief, V and Jackie made one last check-up on their weapons and gear and stepped into the corridor as soon as the elevator doors opened. “Target could have possibly flatlined already, not sure you’re in time” the mercs made their way down the corridor, checking their corners and moving as fast as they could without raising any suspicion.

The corridor was dark with trash bags littering up the place, par for the course for any apartment building in Night City. V could feel her excitement build up, the poor lighting could also work to their advantage. “Looking for twelve-thirty-seven. Target should be inside, but I’ve got zero eyes on her biomon” after locating the door they were looking for, V had no problem triggering it to open. Electronic music was blasting through the apartment as Jackie and V slowly made their way through. A lone Scavver was found dancing to the beat as Jackie motioned for V, she approaches from behind and takes him down, locking him in an ice box so they could proceed further.

The horror show progressed the further they moved: Bodies that had been cut open, limbs and implants scattered across makeshift operating tables. One body looked like had been recently moved “Is that…?” Jackie asks as V approaches and checks the body “Not a chance, the target has corpo cyberware, not our lucky girl” as they progressed further into the apartment, they reached what appeared to be the living room, the Night City sun shedding some light as Jackie and V position themselves “What’s the play, chica?” Jackie asks. V takes a quick look around, they had the element of surprise with them, and there were no hostages in sight, she grins and looks at Jackie “Fuck ‘em up, choom”.

The gunfight was short but intense, there were at least half a dozen Scavvers and they had been taken by surprise. One of them managed to rush to the back “Shit! Jackie, don’t let him get away!” Jackie charges behind him “On it, chica!” but a hail of bullets was shot, making Jackie drop to the floor instead, the bullets had destroyed a wall, and a rather large Scavver was wielding what could only be described as a cannon. “Shit! Is that an HMG!?” the Scavver opened fire again, as V manages to take cover too “Jackie, cover me!” Jackie simply nodded as he gets out of cover and opens fire on the Scavver, the second the Scavver started to aim at Jackie, V sprung into action, opening fire from her Constitutional Arms Unity handgun. With a hail of bullets of her own, she gunned down the Scavver after hitting him with the entire clip. “Jackie! Are you alright?”

Jackie stands up on his own and gives V a thumbs up “Gracias chica” as they scan the apartment with the dead Scavvers, neither V nor Jackie see any hostages “Shit, where the fuck is our target?” there was a door that led to a small balcony, and the target wasn’t there “Look around, she has to be there somewhere” V was growing annoyed until Jackie motioned her to the bathroom. The bathtub had been improvised as an ice box, filled to the brim with ice water, there were two bodies in there “Jesus fuckin’ Christ” V says as she finally finds Dorsett, she extends a wire from her wrist and connects it into one of Sandra’s ports “Is she…?” V shakes her head “Alive but barely, Bug, the scanner says she has Trauma Team Platinum” Jackie frowns just wondering why Trauma Team hadn’t shown up the moment Dorsett sneezed “Check her neural port, the Scavvers may have used a neural blocker, it’d have prevented Trauma Team from being notified” as V checked Dorsett’s temple, she ejected a small chip, but Dorsett started to seize up “Fuck! She’s flatlinin’!” V immediately places Dorsett on the floor “V! I need to know what’s happening” V looks at Jackie “Fuck, this is bad, Jackie! Air Hypo!” Jackie tosses the injector her way and she immediately stabs Dorsett’s chest with it, normalizing her vitals “Phew… close one… Bug, her biomon says Trauma should be here in under three minutes” V holsters her weapon, unplugs herself, and carries Dorsett, Jackie seemed impressed, these past six months of running jobs, working out at the boxing gym, and having sparring matches had really done wonders for her strength “This way chica, terrace!” he says guiding V outside.

The second they stepped onto the terrace, Truma Team’s modified aerodyne was about to land “Landing procedure initiated, stay clear” V stepped away slowly as members of the Trauma Team squad disembarked, two of them had weapons trained on her while the third set a stretcher “Put the patient on the floor! Now!” V knew better than to talk back or do anything stupid, she carefully deposits Dorsett as one of the squad members shoves her back “Five steps back! Now!” in less than a minute, Trauma Team had landed, retrieved their patient, and took off as they were reading their vitals, as the aerodyne departed, V could finally breathe easy “Seems hard part’s over, good job today, I’m cutting my wires for now, see you in the near future”.

The return was standard, V was feeling exhilarated as she always did after finishing a job, and Jackie was asking V for a favor, as he and Misty had a day but he didn’t have his own set of wheels, V had agreed and as they rode the elevator down to the parking garage, V called their fixer, Wakako Okada to let them know of their success. Wakako thanked them and told them that their payment was ready, but seeing how due to a cyberpsycho attack, the only bridge to Watson was about to be closed by the NCPD, she suggested they made their way back home and pick up their payment in full when things cleared up. As the call finished, V felt a strange sensation in her head, but she thought nothing of it, maybe the adrenaline was still pumping through her body. Jackie volunteered to drive since he was going to take Misty out for a date anyway. V said she was tired and just wanted to go home.

Jackie stepped on it, maybe it was the urgency to get to Watson before the NCPD sealed off the bridge, or he wanted to see Misty as soon as possible, but as they approached, Jackie noticed a van closing in, it seems some Scavvers that had seen them were trying to get revenge from earlier. After Jackie’s maneuvering and V’s shooting, they managed to lose the Scavvers and get to the bridge before it was closed off. “They are the last ones! Let ‘em through!”

The closer they got to Megabuilding H10, the stranger V felt. Jackie was trying to make small talk and even commented on a MaxTac bust, but V seemed to be elsewhere. They finally got to the Megabuilding’s parking garage “Hey chica, feelin’ alright?” Jackie asks looking at her “You don’t look so well” V was sweating and looks at Jackie, shaking her head “I’m fine, probably just tired… Say hi to Misty for me” after a handshake Jackie nods “You got it” V exits the car and Jackie drives away. She reaches the elevator and presses her floor, leaning against it as she starts to breathe a bit heavily.

On the elevator's screen, Ziggy Q was having a debate with two personalities about Arasaka’s new program “Secure Your Soul”, something that promised immortality to those who could afford it, or something like that. It’s not like V was paying any attention. As the elevator’s doors opened, she made her way to her apartment. As soon as she did, she reached the sink and looked in the mirror. She was burning up, and sweating profusely. She splashes water on herself and that seemed to help.

She tried to sleep this time, hoping it could help her calm down, she even had the AC on full blast. She tossed and turned to no avail. It wasn’t even midnight yet. She changed into a sporty outfit: A knotted muscle tank, a set of trilayer-reinforced hotpants, and some sneakers. She figured that maybe if she blew some steam sparring a couple of levels below, that’d help her sleep. As she was making her way out, she caught her reflection in the window, the tank top showed her toned abs and the side of her breasts were exposed too, her nipples barely covered. The hotpants hugged her figure almost as a second skin. She felt like she was burning up again, and her nipples stiffened “Holy shit…” she says as she stares more into the reflection, she was loving the way she looked.

V made it to the elevator and pressed the button to the gym area. She was used to the tenants gawking at her, she loved it, but she sensed that those who were still around were gawking a bit more than usual. As she made it to the gym, she found it empty, quite the opposite than during the day, where it was normally impossible to find available equipment to train unless you were a member of the boxing team under Coach Fred. She grabbed a couple of spare gloves and started with the punching bag. Every punch she threw only made her burn up more. The fabric of the muscle tank stiffened her nipples and she was surely feeling it, she even felt as if the hotpants were squeezing her ass more than usual. She spent an hour, but it didn’t help. It was past one now and she was worse than she was when she left the apartment.

She heard the noise of a heavy metal curtain sliding down, as she sees Robert Wilson closing shop for the day. Her breathing was heavy, and as he was closing, Wilson noticed V “Oh hey V! How ya been?” V waved but she was sweating profusely “Hey, you okay there? Don’t overdo it!” V approaches Wilson as she wipes sweat from her brow “I-I’m okay Wilson” she says, the man rises an eyebrow “You don’t look alright, come in, you look like you could use a cold drink” he slides the curtain up as V comes into the 2nd Amendment shop, Wilson comes in after her, lowering the curtain again “Have a seat, maybe I have a Spunky Monkey in the fridge” V looked at the reflection on one of the billboards, her nipples were completely erect, she was sweating profusely, and her pussy was drenched “W-water’s fine Wilson, thanks” the big man laughs loudly “V, c’mon, think if I could afford to buy water regularly I’d be working insane hours? Here you go” Wilson had returned with a cold can of Spunky Monkey, but V felt the man was gawking at her, she knew he did that regularly, but this time, it was more than usual. She took the can and downed it in one go “Whoa! Sheesh V… Hope that helped, feeling any better?”

V looked at the chubby man, he wasn’t tall, but his girth made him look bigger than he was, to say he was balding would be the greatest understatement of the 21st century, and he wasn’t particularly bright, but he sure loved weapons. “V? Hello? V? Are you feeling better?” V wiped the sweat from her chin as she looks at Wilson “Hey… Wilson?” she asks “Yeah V? What do you need?” she grins, looking at the man “D’you wanna fuck?”.

It took probably less than a minute, but Wilson and V made it to the shooting range in the shop. She immediately took control of the situation, leading Wilson by forcefully kissing him. “Holy fuck, holy shit, holy fucking shit!” Wilson couldn’t keep up with V, she had already taken his jacket off and had slid her hand under Wilson’s pants. He wasn’t as big as she would want, but in the state she was in, she didn’t care. She just wanted to get dicked. Wilson’s chubby fingers were attempting to undo the knotted tank top, seeing him fumble caused V to instead put his index finger in her mouth and started sucking on it, her eyes locked on Wilson’s “Holy fuck that’s so hot, V” she slid her tongue on Wilson’s index and middle fingers, moaning as she did it. She then took Wilson’s hand and slid it down her hotpants, and his jaw nearly dropped to the floor “V… Y-you’re drenched” she gyrated her hips, pulling Wilson’s hand against her eager pussy, she moaned into his ear, biting her earlobe softly.

“Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck!” Wilson slides down V’s hotpants. She wasn’t wearing any underwear, but then again, Wilson knew better than anyone (though maybe not better than Coach Fred) that V didn’t wear any when she trained, and she was part of the reason why the gym was always so full, not that Coach Fred minded. He slid his index finger into V’s pussy, making her moan loudly. She arched her back, breathing heavily. With sloppy movements, he started to fingerbang her she leaned in and forced another kiss, sucking on his tongue, she started to gyrate her hips even faster, moaning with every motion until she climaxes, squirting on Wilson’s floor. “Holy fuck! V!” she looked at him, taking his hand, she guides him to one of the benches and has him sit on it. She pulls Wilson’s pants and underwear, and his rock-hard cock was ready “Wilson I want you to fuck me, choom” she purs as she stands over him, Wilson was stammering “I want your cock to stuff my little pussy, choom” before Wilson could even try to say anything, she grabbed his cock, positioned her dripping pussy over it and with what movement, her pussy swallowed it whole.

Wilson’s prominent gut wasn’t ideal for V’s ride, but she was so lost in her lust that she didn’t care, she rode Wilson hard and fast. Wilson was still processing what was happening, his chubby hands were fondling V all over and her hands were firmly behind his neck, as her legs and hips did all the work. Wilson leaned his head forward and started licking V’s nipples, which sent a surge of electricity through her making her climax again, squirting all over Wilson’s cock “That’s it choom, suck on my tits…” she purred as she was still riding him, Wilson sucked on V’s generous tits, biting her nipples softly which had become her weakness, or at least, one of her many weaknesses.

As she kept riding him, her sweat was mixed with her fluids and his, Wilson’s hands reached for V’s ass, grabbing it tightly “Wow… V… your butt is so… big…” he was trying his hand at dirty talking and fumbling for all his trouble, but V didn’t care, she was having the time of her life. “Do you like my big ass, choom?” Wilson’s face flushed more than usual, and stammered again “I-I do, y-yes I like your ass… Y-your big… fuckin’... ass” V bit her bottom lip as she felt about to climax again, she felt Wilson’s grip on her ass tighten “V! I’m… I’m about to…!” her tits were bouncing with the movement and she loved it, she was sensitive all over, she then looks at Wilson, and forces one more lustful kiss, before whispering “Do it choom, blow your load! Fuck me up!”

Wilson puffed audibly as he came inside V’s pussy, the flow of hot cum made her climax again, arching her back on top of Wilson and looking up. Her expression was that of an extremely depraved slut who had just gotten the best fuck of her life. Except this was Robert Wilson, not exactly the greatest lover in the world, but she made do with what she had. As they finished, they were both breathing heavily, sweating all over the place. V somehow felt a little better. She got off of him as Wilson had the expression of a man who had just suffered a heart attack. Luckily, that wasn’t the case.

“Holy fuck…” he finally speaks “Holy shit V… That was…” he looks at her as she was already sliding her hot pants. The way they hugged her round ass was erotic in itself. He catches his breath and starts getting dressed too. “I’m feeling much better choom, thank you, thanks a lot” she says with a grin on her face “You… uh… you’re welcome! You uh… Coming back late at night down the line?” V grins, putting on her top and knotting it “Maybe, no promises choom, I’ll come back tomorrow to pick up my gun, alright?” Wilson gulped, still sweaty but feeling like a million eddies “Y-you got it V!”.

As she made her way back to her apartment, she really was feeling better, she no longer felt like she was burning up, or had difficulty breathing… She had to go and see Viktor the following morning, that much was certain. Once reaching her home again, she took a cold shower and immediately crashed into her bed.
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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale