"Damn game..." Bass grumbled, her PC suddenly shutting down just as she updated the game of the moment, Overwatch.
"Just as I wanted to ping Dream too, I should really invest in some new hardware..." she continued, looking over her somewhat older rig.
Just as she did however, the PC turned back on, and not only that, the game had loaded!
"Odd. Oh well, best not argue with a good thing!" She chuckled, and pressed play.
Suddenly the screen became larger and larger, and also began to suck the poor mare in. She screamed, but it was all for not, as her organic body became pure digital data.
Inside, she was falling, falling onto a digital plane. A familiar female was there standing without movement. Bass had just seen Tracer on the loading screen, and it made sense, in some bizarre fashion.
She tried moving, telling Tracer to do so if she can't, but to no avail. Within moments, she slammed into her. But the oddness did not end there, for Bass did not crash, she rather splattered herself over Tracer. She was shiny as well, could it be?
Quickly she began to infuse herself onto Tracer, morphing her human body into that of an anthro equine. It felt good to override, intoxicating even! Kinky ideas that Bass always had began to resurface, as she made sure every last bit of the model was now hers. She understood the way her time warp worked, the agility to her movements second nature to the mare. She absorbed and altered every last bit of code, much like a virus.
"Bass The Virus... I like it." she chuckled, her panic fading with each new line of data she consumed.
Before too long, Tracer Canon emerged from the process. She was eager, fast and corruptive, just like a true virus should be.
"Oh I should ping Dream now... I am sure there is some French behind she would love to be controlling... deeply." Tracer Canon smiled, as she zipped into the game, stalking the servers for her target.
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