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Hypnorgasm
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Posted on 2022-02-15 09:03:45
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The mare jolted awake in her seat. She was still in front of the terminal.

The monthly raids on DeltaCorp's servers had been increasingly successful, and profitable. Right up until a hard limit presented itself.
She had scraped all she could around the edge systems. Now she wanted the good stuff, and that meant getting on the closed internal
network. Only a local terminal would give her that, and those tended to be behind a lot of guns and checkpoints, too many to engineer
her way past. An impossible ask.

Until last week, when news had reached her of an abandoned office. Long decommed, collecting dust in a dead sector after a downsize
and re-org, but maybe home to a terminal that was still wired in.

Entry had been simple enough. Searching took longer. But at last her light flickered though a nearly empty room and found the jack pot.
An internal terminal.

A hoof flick confirmed the dusty terminal still had power, lights blinking to life. Trying to stay calm, the mare pulled a forged credential
slip from her bag and tried it. The silicon replied with a cheerful digitized chord, and the mare grinned. Bingo.

The screen flashed to life in front of her and she leaned closer, the whole DeltaCorp backbone reflecting in her eyes as it scrolled past.
It was all here, right at her hooftips.

In a few seconds she had the back doors in place. In a few minutes the last of her shard-drives were full of data. The mare gave a
victory twirl in her seat, laughing in the flickering glow of the monitor. DeltaCorp was toast.

But that was…a while ago? Why was she still here? Things felt…foggy. Why was her hoof between her legs? Why was it stroking between
her legs? Why did the screen-

The command terminal was gone, replaced with words glowing and pulsing over strange repeating patterns, swaying in pixelated
undulations. As her eyes followed them, she could almost hear the words somehow, echoing in her mind, pulling her down. Panicking,
she tried to pull back, to push away, but her body only responded with limp, useless twitches. Soon even those died down, her body
stiffening in position, her eyes wide, leaving no choice but to watch the words pulse in and out on the screen. Faster and faster.
Swirling and sinking. Deeper and deeper.

Her mouth moved, repeating the words. Her hoof moved, at their command. Stroking, slipping, deeper and deeper.
At last her climax came, and the mare gave a quiet gasp, her body collapsing in the chair, tumbling into warm, dark oblivion.

**

Several hours later, the terminal flickered to life again, sending off a message to Security and Enforcement:

——-

Log Dump —-
:3/04/72 15:32:24 Intrusion Detected 'Hearthridge Building: Terminal 4'
:3/04/72 15:36:44 Intrusion Containment Started 'Heathridge Building: Terminal 4'
:3/04/72 17:27:03 Intrusion Contained 'Hearthridge Building: Terminal 4' — Pickup requested
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