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Bossman
>> #350382
Posted on 2020-01-02 17:08:15
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Tarkus! Of all the shit heaps in the galaxy, Steele had to choose this one to disappear into, Saendra silently grumbled as she watched a pair of bored-looking UGC officers. It's bad enough that Tarkus is a glorified junk heap, much less that it's about one good explosion from tearing itself in two. Even the "city" of Novahome was simply a crashed starship, its thoroughfares little more than the claustrophobic corridors of rusted steel and corroded wires. "Not exactly a scenic get-away, Steele. You're gonna owe me so many scritches for this one."

A svelte, feminine figure managed to pull itself free from the press and bustle of junker community clogging up the corridors of Novahome and took a moment to collect herself. With as much presence as she could muster, she strode towards the galactic police with a tray in one hand and the other on her sashaying hip. Saendra was too far away to hear the exchange, but shed run the honeypot approach often enough to know the kind of reaction Delilah's fawning demeanor was having on the guards.

"Good girl," the half-breed murmured as the effeminate barmaid boy leaned in to run a hand down one officer's chest. Despite his earlier complaints to Saendra, she can't help but notice how quickly Delilah surrendered to the long-delayed sexual appetites of the sentries. As they carried her - drinks and all - off to a darkened corridor, the hidden observer felt a knot of warmth growing in her gut and an unfamiliar stiffness between her legs.

"Geez, again?" she uncomfortably shifted, pressing the heel of her palm against the thickness of her recently acquired cock. "I don't know how you talked me into getting one of these, Steele, but you could've at least warned me about it going off at the slightest provocation." The ausar/kaithrit hybrid rose from her hiding spot and hoisted her cybernetic arm with a grimace of distaste. No matter how many times she used the thing, she was sure she'd never quite get used to the sight of its ugly, steel exterior.

With a tap, she called up her resident AI, Valeria. The program manifested as a holographic, sapphire fairy, windlessly fluttering its butterfly wings. "The distraction was successful, Captain?"

"As far as I can tell. No sign of more guards inside, but why would they be? If half the intel we gathered on this Badger bitch is true, I wouldn't want to set so much as a foot past that threshold."

"But isn't that exactly what your plan is, Captain?"

Saendra could never tell when the AI was being snarky or if she was as legitimately innocent as she seemed. "Yeah, well, this is where all reports place Steele. After the Phoenix incident, I figure it's my turn to play hero. I don't feel very much like a white knight, though."

"I could turn myself into a horse, if that would help you," Valeria suggested with a titter.

"As long as I've got my 'lance,' I'll be fine, whatever dragons may come." She rested her good hand on the butt of her hammer pistol, but all she could think about was the tingling hardness putting considerable strain on her sturdy pants. Steele would have quite a bit to answer for once the two of them got out of here.

Nodding to the AI, she climbed down from her vantage point and skulked toward the vacated entry. Valeria would keep an eye on the exterior of the building while Saendra went in. She might need another distraction to get out if the UGC officers proved to be two-pump chumps and finished with Delilah early. The red-headed captain checked to make sure the coast was clear, then crossed the distance to "Doctor Badger's Free Clinic." The entrance was blocked off with the flickering glow of holographic police tape, warning away the curious, filching fingers of Tarkus' scavengers with threats of legal consequences. The tape was largely pointless, though - actually seeing the fuzz in Novahome was sufficient to keep most of the lawless denizens on their best behavior.

Saendra's history was not one of walking the straight and narrow, however. She slapped a one-shot EMP sapper on the hardlight barricade and brought it down with a hissing fizzle. She ducked into the clinic, not sure what to expect, but her gun drawn all the same. As it turned out, the room within was more of a mess than the city streets. It looked as if a junk bomb had gone off in a porn factory. What once had probably been a waiting or consultation room was now strewn with half-scorched sex toys and the ruined remnants of experimental technology. In all, it looked more like the scene of a last stand than a doctor's office.

Stepping carefully, Saendra made her way to the back office, pushing aside the askew door with the muzzle of her pistol. The back room seemed almost as bad as the front, though what caught the half-breed's attention was the body laying recumbent in a pool of milky white fluid. It wasn't Steele, thankfully. It looked like a JoyCo nursedroid, but only in the broadest strokes. Its body was practically buried beneath the mammoth tits that swayed with oceanic capacity. Her nipples were still drooling the thin, white fluid, but if her size was any indication, she could've been leaking for months without running dry.

The 'bot seemed to have been deactivated, so Saendra eased her pistol back into its holster. If this was the kind of thing Doctor Badger was into, it's no wonder Steele had ended up here. "Never could keep it in your pants, could you," Saendra muttered, adjusting her bulge with a bit more force than she'd intended. Pushing on, she noticed a spot against the far wall where sheet metal had been pulled aside. A darkened, make-shift stairwell seems to have been built into the crawlspace, leading downward, deeper into Novahome's abandoned subterranean corridors. "Great. Deep into the Badger's Burrow. Valeria, are you listening? It goes down a ways, so this might take longer. Ping me if trouble shows up out there." The surface of her robotic hand chirped with confirmation, so the captain clipped a spotlight illuminator onto her sidearm and, holding it with both hands, she carefully descended into the mad doctor's hidden lair.

The steps wove dizzyingly down what once must've been a grav-lift shaft, but before too long Saendra reached their terminus. She swept the beam of her light across the larger room slowly. Massive fluid-filled tubes, workbenches crowded with weapon-like toys, shelves of eye-watering vibrators, cabinets of strange drugs and even stranger biological samples... all in perfect order, as if their owner had merely stepped away for a moment. "This is... ominous," the captain muttered, her fluffy tails curling around her legs. "We're sure they got Badger, right Val? She's definitely not waiting down here to ambush me?" Another affirmative chirp did little to soothe her tensed nerves, but she stepped forward all the same.

"Another intruder?"

Saendra dropped to a crouch, her pistol's light searching for the source of the complaint. The speaker's voice was shrill and full of electronic scratches, suggesting another 'bot like the disabled titty-monster she'd passed on her way down. She reached into the toolbelt hanging from one hip and flipped through the devices until she found an EMP grenade- a more destructive version of the hacker she'd used on the door. Come on, you robotic fuck, smile for the muzzle flash, she silently goaded as she rotated in place, searching for the voice's owner.

"Oh, aren't you a pretty one," the electric narrator buzzed, somehow managing to add an extra slimy inflection. "Asuar and kaithrit are fucking now? Dogs and cats laying together - it must be mass hysteria up above. Sometimes I'm quite glad I'm stuck down here."

Saendra cursed under her breath. Apparently whatever the doctor left down here can see just fine without any light. So much for a surprise attack. Clearing her throat, the hybrid girl raised her own voice with as much cool, unconcerned confidence as she could muster. "The Doc's got a problem with making things too large to move, huh?"

"She speaks! Welcome to the conversation, Bitch-Pussy. Strictly speaking, you're right. If Doctor Badger has one weakness, it's an obsession with size. Well, other than her weakness for chocolate-covered potato chips."

Listening carefully, her tall ausar ears twitching in concentration, Saendra located the source of the voice as a speaker set in the ceiling, Casually striding just under it, she flicked the timer on her EMP grenade, turning her spotlight straight up to the tangled mess of robotic limbs held in spring-like tension. "It's Bitch-Kitty, actually," she spat, tossing the grenade up at the contraption even as the spider-like legs spring out to seize the interloper.

The grenade explodes with a soft 'whumph' like a peal of thunder in reverse. The lab virtually explodes in a shower of sparks that lights up the madman's lair for a brief instant before plunging it into a darkness so still all Saendra could hear was the sound of her own breathing. Detaching the burnt-out illuminator from her pistol and holstering the weapon, she reached into her tool bag and produced a pair of plastic glowstick. Cracking both with one hand, the victorious captain surveyed the wreckage of the ambushing robot. Some kind of elaborate frame droid set in the ceiling, its copious limbs hang limply, sinister tools mounted to each branching offshoot like the weaponized roots of a nightmarish metal tree.

"What the fuck were you," she growled, still annoyed Steele was nowhere to be found. One of the dangling boughs seemed to be a lamp-like device, so Saendra lifted it with both hands, flicking at its control panel for some connection to the main grid. If she could do some basic repairs, she might be able to get the lights working again. "Steele? Are you here? Or am I just wasting my time screwing with these idiotic machines?"

The lamp in her hands flickered to life with a dull hum, spitting a warm pink glow into Saendra's face. "The fuck is this," she muttered, noticing that somebody had crudely drawn a spiral onto the glass exterior of the light's face. She tensed up, but slowly felt the tension draining from her muscles. Something about the light just left her feeling fuzzy. She giggled, blinked, and dropped the lamp as a cold, sobering realization did its best to rush through her freshly numbed mind. The machine wasn't destroyed, just stunned. A full five second passed before she was able to formulate a plan of action, but by then it was far too late.

"EMP? Dirty pool, Cuntbag," the renewed machine clucked. "Let's see how you like it." A hatch above opened and a dull violet orb dropped to the ground at Saendra's feet. Even as numbed as the pink lamp had left her, she knew a flashbang when she saw one. Even clenching her eyes and grabbing for her ears, the point blank blast was far too much for her senses. The world erupted in a white, ringing bloom of sensory pain. She felt her knees giving out, but strangely she didn't seem to hit the ground. A faint sense of movement overtook her and shaking her head, the dazed woman did her best to get back in the game.

A rush of cold swept over her and she knew the machine had stripped her bare- weapons, tools, clothes, and everything. She blindly reached out for her robotic arm, trying to call up Valeria, but her wrists were seized by the cold grasp of metal limbs and dragged apart. When, finally, her eyes and ears recovered from the burst of light and sound, Saendra saw just how bad of a position she'd fallen into. The previously inactive arms of the robotic assembly had completely surrounded her, each whirring and clicking as the cascade of tools slowly circled around her. The pink lamp with the swirl pattern as back at head-level, this time supported by the machine's controls. Despite her best efforts not to look at it, the half-breed could feel the warm radiation seeping into her mind all the same.

"You can thank your 'Steele' friend for that flashbang, Cock Holster," the machine tittered. "The good doctor gave me all these lovely tools, but she so rarely considers how useful actual weapons are."

"You have Steele?" Saendra yelled in furious defiance. "If you've harmed so much as a hair..."

"Oh shush, Cum Junkie. I could tell you that I captured Steele and gave the intruder the works, but what good would that do you? I could say your friend beat me, reprogrammed me, and instructed me to ambush the love-sick Bitch-Kitty that would follow but would that loosen my servos? Maybe Steele is waiting just around the corner to get a taste of the New You after I'm done. Who cares? Your concerns should be focused on the giant badger-brand dildo in your ass."

Maybe it was the hindering pink light that was decelerating her thought processes, but Saendra was having a hard time keeping up with the machine's hypotheticals. "Steele was captured? Or captured you? Who's waiting where? What was that about a dil-" her confused queries were cut off as a massively thick member thrust unceremoniously up between her cheeks and past her sphincter. Her mouth dropped open in a silent gasp as a foot of warm synth-skin plowed into her rectum with well-lubricated ease. The custom gene-mod shaft Steele had convinced her to get sprung to life with whorish delight as her prostate was absolutely crushed by the invasive penetration. "G- get that floppy disk out of me, you glorified toaster" she panted, her chest heaving in disbelief.

"No no, you're speaking to me all wrong, you Silly Slut. First off, the name is Doll Maker. Secondly, the phrase you were looking for was 'oh yes, oh god yes, hilt that bitch-breaker in my whore-hole you studly bastard.' Geeze, it's like you people have never seen a holovid in your lives. Oh, I know: how about we broadcast your lines right into those big stupid dog ears of yours?" A pair of cup-like plates lower to either side of Saendra's head and clench down. A faintly sub-aural tones cascade across her senses, opening her mind even as a broadcast of hideously lewd dirty talk floods into the captured captain's ears.

The machine set to work, putting its tools to their grim functions. A gun-like device connected to bubbling violet fluid discharged a faint series of gaseous rings which sunk into her breasts like fertilizer. Her body burned with lustful heat as her chest swelled at each pump, growing full cup sizes with each passing second. Worse yet, they seemed to be filling from within, a feeling that was borne out by the bubbling and eventual gushing of warm milk from her engorged nipples. A needle-equipped appendage stuck into her stiff cock with a pinch and began putting an emerald-green, glowing drug into her tenderness. The fluid was labelled "IQ B-Gone v2" but that didn't make any sense because all it did was make her big old dick even bigger, even making her balls grow. She didn't feel any dumber, just warm all over as the pink swirly shined in her eyes and the fun fucking sounds filled her ears.

As the dildo reaming her asshole began to spray warm, sticky cum into her bowels, a thought bubbled up under her haze. Didn't she come down here for a reason? Was she looking for something? She found the Doll Maker, so that must've been who she was looking for. Oh yeah! Of course. She'd got a dick, but it wasn't very big. And her tits were so tiny. She came here to be made all pretty and fuckable. How long had it been since she was fucked last? Too long!

Her booty itched and when she glanced backward, she noticed that her ass and hips were growing wider even as her twin tails were shrinking. The long ausar floofers grew smaller and smaller until they were little more than fluffy nubs atop her colossal rump. She experimentally wagged her tiny tails and giggled at the itty bitty nubbins wiggling with delight.

With her massive chest gushing milk, her torso-sized cock throbbing with need, her tongue hanging out absently, and her eyes dull and unfocused, the Doll Maker assessed the latest doll. "Eh, not bad. I wonder if more will come looking for this one?" it mused as it detached its limbs and sent the New Saendra back up the stairs to Tarkus with a swat on the ass. "Bring back your friends now, Bitch-Pussy!" it encouraged with sneering satisfaction.
MingusKingus
>> #350387
Posted on 2020-01-02 18:24:13
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