… and hard facts.

[MM = https://youtu.be/grKfOY02Puo]

The song shifting didn’t instill John with any kind of calm. Miles abandoned John’s hand to tend to her tit as she reached down to pull down her knotted panties... only they weren’t half as knotted as John had originally believed. He still looked her in the eye when he felt a sudden, unexpected tap by something turgid against his own crotch.

“I’m… going to make you just… scream till they find us. I owe you that much, yeah?”

John glanced down... and even in the near-darkness he could confirm the pale, 8” manhood that wasn’t his. The stimulation of her scent, the feeling of her tit in his grip, of her fluttering eyes all still intoxicated the Gamer. “You’re…. so you’re…”

A gentle hand raised his chin as Miles rose up as if to kiss him… even as her other hand began to rub her cock against-

The Gamer blinked up and away to now stand over Miles with alert hands lifted against her... him... or whatever Miles was. “Whoa, whoa, I- I’m sorry, I thought you were- that is, I mean-“

It took the strange human a moment to find John again, but she wore a wry grin when she did. “Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle,” Miles cooed as she started to rise in more ways than one.

“I’m not into that!”

Miles glanced about baffled until she found John, sat up, and spun on her rump to face him with spread legs... and now John had a shadowed preview of the whole package: Miles did indeed have a fat, uncircumcised human cock, but no testicles that could be seen. Instead, the penis extended out from just over the clitoris, which remained feminine and visible despite the normal patterns of human anatomy. Beneath that glistening clit were the petite, glistening folds of a small, hairless twat that looked likely to welcome John… if he could only overlook the threat of the neighbor. “I don’t know, you seemed pretty into it. I’m usually the digger, but I can be the dirt for a night-”

“You’re... a hermaphrodite?” John said, his mind racing through what little he knew of them that he didn’t learn from certain websites.

Miles grunted. “Not sure what that word is… but if it means eager and willing, then I’m only going to be a ‘hur-maff-ro-dite’ for another minute or two if you don’t start taking off those clothes.”

“I’m- I mean, you have… you have both.”

“Yeah, pretty cool, right?”

“…”

“Say... be honest with me: you were sent by the old man, right? Or some friend of his?”

John shook his head. He did his best to focus on her eyes; thankfully, the tension was softening the foremost distraction.

“... Wait, then who the fuck are you?”

“I already told you: John Newman, human, from Earth.”

Miles idly fingered her moist lips as she looked John up and down. “I mean, if you’re insisting on not telling me, then I guess-”

“That’s the truth! Alright, I’m tired of dancing around it: why is being a human, or looking human, criminal here? Are you not human at all? I mean the hair and the… accessories I guess should’ve given that away, but…” Miles’ incredulous stare slowly widened. “What?”

Her voice was almost a whisper, “You’re... kidding me.”

“Can you... get dressed, please?”

[MM = https://youtu.be/OEicmSeDf9g]

“You’re...?” Miles stumbled as she rose while pulling her only article of clothing back up her legs. Her expression was hard to read in the quasi-darkness, but her voice evidenced her shock. “But I mean, if you’re not from the old man, you wouldn’t help me… but the Peak wouldn’t go getting the few loyalists down here killed, and you’d never survive looking like- unless you’re really… but they’re a myth...”

“What?”

“You’re not, I mean… look: humans aren’t real.” Miles let the sentence hang as if to guarantee its truth.

“Huh… so if they were real…?”

“They can’t be! If they were, then the Peak isn’t bullshitting us and we can’t-!” Miles didn’t dare complete her thought.

“So you’re not human,” John more stated than asked.

“I- I mean… I can’t be… I was just polymorphed, the old man assured… me…” Miles looked off into space as implications piled upon her, one after the other, in silent, world-breaking contemplation. John waited patiently for her confused fit to end... but the privilege was cut short as a now-familiar golden outline appeared in the window. Though it was silent, John had no doubt its “mindlink” was revealing their position in realtime.

“They found us, we have to move-!”

Miles did move: she leapt at the peeping Lawman and planted both of her feet into his face with an audible crunch. Not satisfied, Miles grabbed the broken visor before it was launched out of range and drove her knee into the deformed head one more time, killing the Hammer outright. As the suit began its drift to the rooftops below, Miles leapt away from the body and gracefully landed on the window frame. “I need to take you to the old man,” she stated plainly.

“I need to-” Wait, she doesn’t know about the others yet... and maybe that’s for the best. “... I need to eat and drink something.”

“We’ve got food and distilled purple,” she replied, losing John in translation, “and I’m sure he’ll be happy to give you some once he’s gotten to talk to you.”

Miles’ earlier confidence was gone; if anything, she almost looked frightened of John, even as she held out her hand. But John had few other routes to explore. “Alright,” John sighed with a shrug, “but we’re going my way.”

“Your way?”

John opened a tunnel inside the building… and opened its opposite end high over the city sprawl, far away enough to escape notice by any of the Lawmen buzzing below like glittering fruitflies in the night.

Miles gave a nervous chuckle before she leapt back into the building. “Oh yeah… he’s going to want to get a load of you.”

Some minutes later…

Miles’ tour of the Plate for John had been quite linear, inadvertently informative. The two had quickly vacated their compromised hovel to another abandoned tower John had scouted out.

“Alright, past the two refineries that way, then left around the ascension complex, and from there I’ll have to eyeball it to figure it out from up here…”

John joined Miles at the dilapidated window and tried to spot what buildings could possibly be these “refineries” when he noticed two large, oval buildings on the dark horizon. “The round ones, right?”

“Y… Yeah- where did you come from? I thought the refineries- yeah, Earth, right,” Miles sarcastically answered her own question, “fine, can you get us there?”

Another minute, and John’s tunnels ended with one, fist-sized port hole in front of Miles of what he guessed to be the “ascension complex”: a solid four city blocks of large, Lawman-patrolled buildings all constructed around a pillar that was wildly out of place among the blue-green squalor: a glittering, silver tower without windows, doors or visible markings outside save for lazily wandering dots of light that patrolled its surface. The dots numbered in the dozens and could be found from the tower’s base upon the earth to its roof against the rocky sky. “What the Hell is that?”

“You’re… alright, fine, I’ll play: that’s the ascension bridge,” Miles droned, “and you need to go left at about a forty-five-degree angle.”

John began his new journey over his left eye as he continued to ask, “What does that do?”

“Pin our dicks to the ground,” Miles murmured. “Keep your voice down; any sound out of an immovable will attract the Lawmen.”

“Immovable?”

“What we’re standing in.” Miles had given up on calling John’s alleged bluff. “These things are built down into the floatstone; they can’t be demolished without risking damage to it. If you’re a disk spy, I swear to the Violet I’ll fuck you right to ****.”

Her weird threats aside, John wanted to press for more, but their journey continued to another step: they were now farther than ever from the popot fields and John’s precious hideout, at least five miles away John estimated. Shit, if those buildings are particularly susceptible to patrolling… Tara, can you hear me?

<Jesus- yeah, I’m never going to get used to… whatever. Yeah, I’m hearing you.>

With his people sufficiently warned, John continued to absorb tiny details as Miles guided him: the vast metropolis was divided into numbered blocks, the blue-green material of the buildings and some items was simply called “bok,” and the Lawmen on the Plate numbered in the thousands. “Apparently the best of them go up to the disks,” Miles grumbled, “but usually the best-bred before the strongest or smartest.”

“And there are nine of these disks?”

“Not for long,” she tersely replied. “There… alright, see that immovable, the wide one with ten legs?”

John indeed spotted an almost insect-like building: bulbous in its hull, the bulk of it was suspended above a flat, seemingly featureless plane of black stone from which rose ten enclosed, spiral staircases in various states of disrepair. From its center stood broken spires, messily snapped off additional staircases with no sign of their fallen remains in sight, and all around it were the single-floor, squat homes of ever more poor citizens. “Where’s the nice neighborhood of the Plate?”

“Nice communes?” Miles asked as if repeating his words; the translator did its best but was hardly perfect. “You’ll meet them, if the old man approves.”

A moment later, they were finally through a crack in the structure’s wall and inside where John expected to meet this old man and finally get some clear aid… only Miles started to stretch as if she were getting ready to head down. Despite knowing now what hid in those thick panties, John found himself ogling the way her breasts swayed as she moved. His attention wasn’t lost on the stranger. “S-So, where is he?”

“You’re going to wait here,” Miles explained, “while I make sure it’s okay for me to introduce you.” John thought to protest, but the answer was obvious: if Miles was the terrorist she seemed, then her companions were likely no better, or even the real masterminds behind her actions. Introducing an unknown like John, then, was dangerous. Miles gave John a once-over; she could detect his irritation. “I’ll be back even if he says no… but I need you to stay put until we know for sure. In any case, this is our second rendezvous point, so it should be safe. If anyone comes in here in Lawman, run; if anyone else comes in, you tell them you ‘have business with a bok-tar chewer.’ Got it?”

“Just… please hurry.”

Satisfied, Miles departed for the nearest staircase in the massive, hollow arena.