Canon Fodder

CHAPTER 470 RECIPROCATION

I stood with my arms crossed, sitting at a large table. Next to me was the other Weston. Behind us was a long line of people we had gathered over the last few weeks. Linda, Dr. Nagata, and more scientists I had gathered on my side. Behind Weston was his harem of girls, and my once vacation girlfriend Grace. Though I had known he would probably continue a relationship with her, it still annoyed me. 

“Sorry,” he said, unashamedly. Able to read my haki as well, I let out a tired sigh. Also behind him were his lieutenants and the new addition to his realm, the leader of Charlotte, NC. Though it had been a happy accident I landed right on their pitiful excuse of a war, it was good to see Weston hadn’t been idle in our time apart. Rick Grimes also on his side of the room, the once-protagonist stared at the people across the table from me. 

On the other side of the table were the four humans I happened to find hiding behind a hologram on the moon. Though they had two arms, two legs, and skin, I highly doubted they were really human. Their Haki was different from regular humans. Not so…alive almost. Like they were dull and gray for some reason. 

“So what the fuck are you lot?” Weston asked, deciding the quiet stalemate was at an end. 

“Great question,” I said, leaning forward. “Wait no, what are we doing here?” I turned to Weston. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, leaning in the chair boredly. 

“We doing good cop, bad cop?” I asked. 

“Ah shit, yeah, we should maybe do something like that,” he said. “How about good cop,” he pointed at himself, “Slightly effeminate cop.” He pointed at me. 

“Possible,” I said with a nod. “Let’s try, like’s stuff up his butt, cop,” I pointed at him. “And I’ll be saved the world, cop.”

“Phh,” he said, laughing. “You haven’t saved shit.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I just flew up to the moon and hijacked a spaceship,” I said. 

“I saved so many more people,” he said.

“You’re joking, right? How is South Carolina more important than the world?” I asked. 

“South and North,” he said, offended. I chuckled and we turned back to the aliens. They were still in the weird underwear I had grabbed them in. I was fairly certain they were in some type of hibernation when I approached. Their AI guard dog knocked them awake so they could escape, but I was not something they had been expecting. 

“So you’re aliens, right?” I asked, turning to the leader. He exuded a little more authority than the others. A shaved head, and rather muscular he looked like the type that liked to lead. 

“We are not aliens,” he said. 

“That’s one,” Weston said, sticking up a finger. They looked at him, confused.

“That’s your one lie,” I said. “We have this power that can tell when someone is lying.” Alien or not, their Haki was easy to read. “So there was your one lie. Hope you used it on the right question.”

“So sad,” Weston said, shaking his head. “Now, what was their species called?” He turned to me. 

“The Lux? Jux?” I asked. It had been written on my quest. Though I hadn’t succeeded yet, I was fairly certain we were close to wrapping this world up. The aliens looked surprised at us that I knew their species’ name. “Or was it Cux?” 

“Sounds right,” Weston said with a nod. “Alright you cucks, start spilling the beans. Why did you release zombies on-”

“We didn’t,” the leader said. I let out another tired sigh, one that said we had done this a million times. I looked at my counterpart. He frowned as well, nodding slowly.

Reaching his hand out over the table he opened it, palm up. “Grab my hand,” he said. The leader looked at him confused. “Do it. You know what my brother here can do. He’ll just rip your arms off if you don’t.”

“I bet I could,” I said with a nod. “You look extra squishy.” He didn’t, all of them looked rather normal but muscular, probably to fit into our planet more easily. The man/alien had seen me walking on the moon though. It was apparent he couldn’t do that as he grabbed Weston’s hand.

Their handshake lasted a split second. As it did his Haki went from confidence to utter terror. His body beginning to shake and forehead sweating he ripped his hand away as a scared look took over his face. It was interesting to see the Makuramoto on this side. Weston could speed up time in his mindscape and torture most everyone in a short time thanks to the genjutsu. It was easy to see that the leader had broken inside the chakra built world. 

“We are the Jux. A species from a planet some ten light years-”

“Kelep,” one of the female aliens hissed but I let sparks escape my hand, jumping between my fingertips. She quieted as the leader continued. 

“Our race is in need of resources,” he said, practically crying as he spilled his secrets. Almost desperate to answer our questions. “We find a planet with plenty to spare. If there is an indigenous people that might…” 

“Say it,” Weston said.

“Put up a fight, we decide to make them more docile…and less numerous,” he said, his eyes unable to look at us. The others behind us began to get loud, finally believing that they were aliens.

“So you send out these zombification meteors,” I said with a nod. “The zombies cause chaos. Kill a lot. The rest kill each other off.”

“Something like that,” he said, shame and fear wafting off of him like a stench.

“Are you really human?” Weston asked. 

“No, we took these forms when we were chosen for the job,” he said. 

“So you can turn back?”

He shook his head. “No, we have been integrating into your society for some years. We would need geneticists from our own planet to change us back to how we originally looked.”

“Of course,” I said. “How many other species have you done this to?”

“I…do not know for sure,” he said. His haki said it was a lot.

“Fucking hell, these fuckers are the reason you can’t trust your neighbors,” Weston said.

“Right? So shameful,” I said. “Then again, we did kill that one alien species.” The aliens from Gantz were so long ago, I tended to forget about them. 

“True,” Weston said with a nod. “But they were coming after Earth too.” The aliens in front of us were beginning to believe us. I decided that was probably best for them. 

“So where is the cure?” I asked. 

“What?” The leader asked. 

“Don’t give me that shit,” I said. “Does he need to touch you again? Maybe in a less nice place?” Weston leaned forward, smiling wide. “You all were planning on taking our resources. You can’t tell me you were going to do that with a bunch of zombies running around. Where the FUCK is our cure for this shit?” The leader looked to the others. Weston let out an exasperated sigh as got to his feet. Cracking his knuckles, he stood up. Ready to touch the lot of them in the worst places imaginable. 

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Linda ground herself on me as the jets continued to spray water. The jacuzzi making it all so much better, she writhed on my front as her legs held onto me. My hands at her hips I continued to pull her to me and push her away. Her mouth practically engulfing my lips she didn’t seem in too much of a hurry to find her family. 

Her cunt like a vise on my shaft, I groaned as I sped up. Holding her harder, I put some real strength into pushing her back and forth. “Fu-dge!” She yelled. 

“You almost said it,” I laughed, showing her my teeth. 

She shook her head, unable to speak, still refusing to actually curse. Moving her face into my chest, she moaned loudly as she began to bite my skin. Barely feeling it, she moaned louder as the water in the jacuzzi sloshed around us.

“Do-do the thing,” she got out.

“You sure?” I asked, smiling wider.

She looked up at me, scared but nodded, her pussy getting wetter though we were submerged in water. Chuckling, I slowed my control of her lower half. Raising my hand up I gathered the Hoken in my palm. An extreme amount of Nen mixed with the power, it was pure white as it glowed. Linda practically panted as I overturned my hand, dripping the power on her.

The electricity somehow acting like water it touched her skin causing her to cry out. More dripping onto her naked chest, where it moved, her nerves were sent into a bout of ecstasy. Pouring all of it on her it touched her skin and absorbed there. Her whole body vibrating with the strength of it, her eyes rolled to the back of her head again. 

As I heard knocking on the wall I took her lower half and began impaling her with my rock hard dick again. Her body losing control of itself she screamed louder as the Hoken took her to a peak of pleasure. Feeling my own orgasm build she stayed conscious for me to begin emptying into her, but then passed out. 

Going limp I filled her up with my cum and let out a disappointed sigh. She had begged for the same treatment at least twice a day. Practically itching for it, I had known it was coming, but even her reaction to the true use of Hoken was shocking. Able to cum far harder than a person was probably supposed to, I needed to find a happy medium between mind-blowing and mind-numbing. I much preferred them in a blissful stupor than comagasm she was currently in. 

Pulling out of her, I picked her up and took her to our bed. Laying her upon a towel she snuggled up on herself as my cum leaked out of her. Having spent the last two days wrapping up items in the world every other second had been spent in the bedroom. Linda practically begging to blow me just so I would send her into pleasure land. 

Frowning, my eyes looked up to face the wall. On the other side of the wall someone stared in my direction. Grabbing my bathrobe I threw it on and headed out into the hall. I was in a different hotel than Weston, thankfully. I had heard his lovemaking was just as loud. We had told everyone we were twins, so they gave me the same authority he had, especially since no one could tell us apart. 

Walking down the hall I knocked on the door of my neighbor. So high up, there were only two other rooms occupied around us. Each one held by an otherworlder. 

“What?” A woman’s voice asked. 

“You were knocking on my wall. What do you want?” I asked. 

“For you to shut the fuck up!” She yelled. I chuckled. 

“Let me in,” I said. She hesitated but tsked and opened the door. She too was in a bathrobe. Taking to our human ways expertly, we had learned they lived on Earth for five years before they released their little undead spreaders. 

She was about five foot eight inches tall, light brown hair down to her ears. She was rather average looking, except for her bust at least. D cups, she had a nice line of cleavage showing from the bathrobe. Tan skin, brown eyes, she had a thin chin and high cheekbones. Some Asian ancestry in her guise, she stared at me angrily. 

“Ever been with a human?” I asked, curious. 

“Fuck no,” she said, showing her vast knowledge of our human vocabulary. I stepped into her room, pushing past her. Inside was clean, showing that she really was an alien. Normal people made a mess of their hotel rooms. 

“You’re missing out,” I said, walking to the large balcony in the penthouse room. For a prison cell the accommodations really were nice. 

“So sleeping with you is now part of my sentence?” She asked, angry and disgusted. 

“No,” I said truthfully. “Just trying to learn about you.” 

Weston and I didn’t really trust four aliens loose on our planet. They liked to keep their secrets, and we doubted they didn’t have the skill to hijack their ship we stole. Our scientists were quickly trying to reverse engineer the ship and engines. As we found their families and reestablished order in America we knew they would be busy for some time yet. Until then we grabbed two aliens each and told them they had to stay close to us. With luck and time we could seduce the women, but we really didn’t care what happened to the guys. Since they didn’t look like aliens it would be easy enough to let them pass as us if they ever did come to our side. Stockholm Syndrome had to be a thing on their planet too. We were in this for the long haul. 

“Do you regret it, Jane?” I asked. Her human name she had picked was a pretty bland one to seem as average as possible. 

She didn’t answer. A part of her Haki said she did, but the bigger part hated me. “Guess it doesn’t matter,” I said. I looked down onto the ocean as the waves splashed against the shore. 

The Jux aliens didn’t have a cure for zombification. They did give us their nine containers for storing the meteorites though. The containers were automatic and once I got them close to the meteorites they shot off and encased them. The nine zombiefiers were currently sitting in a secret location only Weston and I knew. I didn’t dare risk them in my subspace because I didn’t want it to spread to the other stuff I stored there. 

The aliens also gave us the vaccine for zombification. They assured us it should work on humans, but didn’t have near enough for everyone on the planet. Our other scientists were busy replicating the vaccine, and I was told we should have a few thousand soon enough. I didn’t plan to charge for them, but everyone that got them would know it came from the Westons. 

All in all our adventure in Walking Dead had wrapped up nicely. The world having ended only a couple of months ago, with luck there were still a lot of people alive out there. Now the only thing threatening us was an alien invasion that could come within the next 20 to 50 years. Even our captives hadn’t known when they would get around to coming to Earth. The whole point of their plan was to kill most of us so we would stop using the resources they wanted, then let us stew for a while. Either way we had plenty of time to make spaceships that could challenge them. 

With that thought I received the notification I had been waiting for. 

“Nice,” I said. I had received a lot of rewards for finding the Jux and finding a vaccine for zombification. Despite what we hoped, Weston and I did not get rewarded for each other’s quests. It seemed we only got rewards for which quests we actually assisted with. I did receive a Bonus Upgrade for sending Weston survivors, but he received nothing for my quest. Because all he did was stay in one place and fuck who he wanted, the rewards for his quest weren’t as worthwhile either. With a smile I brought up my status screen. 

For my work with finding the source of the virus I had received 2.5% in my Viltrumite Form, another Door Fragment, and my Disease Resistance was evolved into Ailment Resistance, which was fine in my book. It had absorbed my Venom and Poison Resistance, making it all one. 

Happy with my gains, I decided to use my two Bonus Upgrades. I used the first on my Minor Sonic Resistance. From what I remembered of Viltrumites, they were weak to sonic attacks. Proof in point was the Iron Sentinel in the future. The Bonus became just Sonic Resistance. My Bonus Upgrade+ I used on Fortune’s Blessing. 

“Cool,” I said as Weston landed on the balcony next to me. He was naked again. “Damn dude, you reek of sex.” 

“You too,” he said, frowning. I sniffed myself as he asked, “You finish the canon too?”

“Yeah, just going over my gains. I got Ability, Item, Bonus, and currency challenger slot. Oh and I used my Bonus Upgrade+ on Fortune’s Blessing. It’s Serendipity now.”

“Goddamn,” he said. “Screw it, I’m using the Bonus Copy I got, on you.” He looked at nothing as he brought up his own screen. 

“I’m telling you, you won’t get it,” I said. “This skill is like tier 5 now.” 

“Don’t care. You’re not the only one that wants to be a Cauthon.” He clicked an invisible yes as he looked at me. I didn’t feel anything, but he slowly frowned. 

“What did you get?” I asked, his Haki becoming dejected. 

“I copied your Inverse Resistance,” he said.

“Ouch,” I said, but was unsure if that was completely useless. It helped against Sentinels, maybe there was something similar out there in all these other worlds.

“Oh well,” he said. “I got the same rewards as you, except instead of the Currency Slot I got something called a World Update.” 

“World Update?” I asked. “The same thing that happened when we made Hancock our Companion?”

He nodded. “Yeah, it should update all the worlds. My thinking is that I got it because of you. Like when we had Hancock, this should allow you and I to both have a backstory in each new world.”

“I seem to remember you being the one arriving here naked. So it’s to update for you.”

He rolled his eyes. “You know as well as I, it probably picked you since you spent most of your time here in the Hall,” he said. “Now come on, should we use it?” I shrugged, eyeing the alien in the room. The brown haired alien stayed as far from us as possible, fearing we would do something nefarious to her. 

“Let’s take this outside,” I said. He nodded, and we said, “World Escape,” as one.