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The Metal Glen
Posted by Jawn Mancer
RED INK [br][center][large][b]The Metal Glen[/b][/large][br][br] STANDARD INK [small]My mother told me once of when[br]A young hare ventured from her den[br]And as she danced in field and glen[br]The world sang joy about her.[br]But wicked hateful things abound[br]And that young hare these evils found[br]Then whisked her up from off the ground[br]And glen was left without her.[br][br][br]The wicked power tore asunder[br]And with this cruel and fateful blunder[br]Cast her to a world of wonder[br]Would she e'er see home again?[br]And so hare flew that mournful day[br]Over the sky and far away[br]And down and down, beneath the sea[br]To a place unlike the glen.[br][br][br] [small]A world of men and man's desgin[br]A place where God's light would not shine[br]A Hell of steel beneath the brine[br]Where misery's echoes boomed.[br]And all around her there were others[br]Beasts like her, all sisters, brothers,[br]Locked up, all, with one another,[br]In deep sea-dark, entombed.[br][br][br]And in this crypt far from the shore[br]The hare lay down upon the floor[br]Imprisoned there forever more[br]And left to all her sorrow.[br]Her tender world was lost and gone[br]So joy and happiness foregone[br]She slept and cried and prayed for dawn[br]To wait the coming morrow.[br][br][br] [small]The hound was still, the birds said naught,[br]The fox denied he had been caught,[br]The bear cried "[i]This is just our lot[/i]",[br]And surrendered to his pain.[br]But the cat stood up and shook his head[br]And rising from his metal bed[br]He Said "[i]For now, I am not dead,[br]And I will not die in vain![/i]"[br][br][br] [small]He cried aloud with much disdain[br]And tore about his stark domain[br]And said "[i]These walls cannot contain[br]A force as strong as I![/i]"[br]And the fox just laughed, and the birds all cried[br]And the bear knotted up himself and died[br]But the hare looked on as the poor cat tried[br]To break him free and fly.[br][br][br] [small]He shook his chain with all his rage[br]And flew in anger 'round his cage[br]Decrying this dark mournful stage[br]And the hare stood up as well.[br]With passion did she then respond,[br]She chewed her ropes and broke her bonds,[br]And freed the cat, they ran beyond,[br]The ran to flee that hell.[br][br][br]And what became of cat and hare?[br]Did they break free to purer air?[br]To guess their fate we shouldn't dare[br]Perhaps their tale closed well.[br]But for all the beasts trapped in the Nether[br]All life from out of loch and heather[br]The flock that could not work together[br]Are sure still trapped in Hell.[br][br][br] INVISIBLE INK [small]Incense sweet, and cradled warm[br]Like lovers coddled, arm in arm[br]Two souls, nomadic, fleeing harm:[br]That wicked, metal glen.[br]Now coming morn drives off the curse[br]Too startled still to dare converse[br]Both praying they have seen the worst[br]So ends their tale --[br][br][br]
RA - Issue 142
Posted by Jawn Mancer
RED INK [large][b][center][br][br]RA - Issue 142[/center][/b][/large][br][hr][br] STANDARD INK [small][i]"Engie! You must be calm when waking the animals! I hope you are better at ice-skating and making nests!"[/i] was the Captain's critique when I explained where and why I had left the [i]"most precious shovel"[/i].[br][br][i]"Do you how the cost of shovel replacement?! I'd have to take on another business loan and the bank manager is already giving me dirty looks and not talking to me!"[/i] Captain had continued to rant. If the Photoshop worm monster ate me instead of the shovel, I think Captain would be slightly less upset.[br][br] [small]Was that even Photoshop? It seemed slightly bigger and longer. Can't be sure of anything these days. I'm afraid that someday I'll finally succumb to botulism or some sort of other poisoning and that will be the end.[br]I'll see something that's not there and fall off a cliff. Or slip into a snow crevice and slowly sink deeper and deeper... and nobody will find me or help me.[br]Brrr.[br][br] [small]I find myself developing a severe paranoia of snow in addition to my severe hypochondria.[br]After my encounter with the shovel-eating monster, I started to throw rocks ahead of me and then walk only onto the spots where the rocks didn't sink into the snow.[br]You can never be sure that there isn't something horrible under there.[br][b]EVER.[/b][br][br]Thank god my Chionophobia isn't anywhere like Snippy's. He seems calm on the surface, except some times.... Eeesh.[br]I recollect that one time he went completely bonkers when a large snowflake fell onto his lens. Freaking out, flailing and screaming, total full psychotic breakdown. Thank god Captain poured tea onto his mask as a distraction of sorts.[br] [small]He even ranted afterwards about living snowflakes and how they planned to shatter his lenses, cut him up and drill into his head to sample his organic juices.[br][i]"Watch out for the snowflakes"[/i] he later told me. [i]"They cannot be trusted!"[/i][br][br][i]"What are they gonna do? Pick me up and carry me away to the North Pole?"[/i] I jokingly commented.[br][br][i]"I am serious!! I'm not crazy! I know it sounds crazy, but the snowflakes were planning to kill us all!"[/i][br]He shouted, flapping his arms psychotically.[br][br] [small]Snippy's mental condition worries me. I think Captain is only aggravating it with nonsensical demands.[br]I hope that Snippy doesn't stab me with a trowel, while my back is turned. What if he's extremely jealous of my shovel's size and if it only takes a little snowflake to push him over the edge...[br]What if he discovers, remembers who I am?[br]What if he suspects things? What if he already knows my real name and is waiting for the right moment to strike, to take revenge on his old boss for all the things I've done to him?[br][br] [small]I'm afraid of Charles Snippy. So very afraid.[br][br]He always keeps glancing at that little Captain's heart cup like that thing is about to grow legs and walk off or something.[br][br][i]"Jeez. It's just a cup man, relax"[/i] I told him.[br][i]"No"[/i] he answered, [i]"It is something abhorrent! It's motives are unclear! I know whether not to trust it!"[/i] He began to postulate.[br][br] [small]I think that Snippy's mental state is slowly sliding towards Captains. Talking to inanimate objects, inventing strange stories, shouting at nothing. Recently I overheard Snippy yelling:[br][i]"I'm ALIVE! WHAT? No! You did WHAT?! I'm alive, I don't care what it is you did!"[/i] Snippy screamed.[br][br]I looked through a crack in the wall at him. He was definitely having another episode. From the one sided conversation and his hand poses I deduced that he was talking to his scarf.[br][br] [small][i]"I am human! I just want to be normal!"[/i][br]Snippy shouted:[br][i]"STOP ASKING!"[br]"TOO LATE?!"[br]"WOULD YOU PLEASE LEAVE MY SPINE ALONE!"[br]"PUT MY LIVER BACK!"[br]"STOP SLIDING MY ORGANS AROUND!"[br]"WHAT?!"[br]"DON'T DO THAT!"[br]"NO, I DON'T WANT TO EAT METAL!"[br]"I DON'T CARE HOW CONVENIENT IT IS TO HAVE SEVENTEEN APPENDAGES!"[/i][br][br] [small]I figured Snippy imagined that the scarf kept offering him some kind of super-powers, including immortality and he was rejecting them.[br]When I was young, I often wished somebody offered me superpowers. Sigh.[br]I'd be like [i]"Hells yeah, I'd like to be immortal and have the strength of 10"[/i]. I always hated the novels in which characters chose to be human instead of accepting greatness. This was one of the reasons I've created Project Seven- to find someone who is truly great... even if lacking the human condition. I really should have known that a super with powers of luck would turn out to be a highly confused, carefree imbecile.[br] [small]Was I wrong? Maybe.[br]Did I doom humanity by launching that search query?[br][br]Perhaps.[br][br] [small]Now that the city is dead and my hopes and dreams lay shattered and radioactive, I've nothing to hang onto, except my own life. I must survive. I am afraid of death. Terribly afraid.[br]I must not give up. I must choke down another decade-old tuna can, no matter how foul it tastes.[br]...I'll still have a chance to survive, to avoid death's dark embrace as long as I stick close to Captain. As long as I am in Captain's general vicinity or on Captain's missions, as long as I am needed by Captain, everything will probably be fine.[br][br][br][br]
RA - Issue 147
Posted by Jawn Mancer
RED INK [b][large]RA - ISSUE 147[/large][/b][br][hr][br] STANDARD INK [small][b]ENTRY 57893__3342 : PRIORITY 1 ADMIN : DR ALEXANDER GROMOV :[/b][br][br][i]"I am immune to the broadcasting signal."[/i] Snippy said and it suddenly dawned on me.[br][br]The weak broadcasting signal that was coming from the Undead... it reactivated my own neural receivers![br]It meant that I could potentially access some sort of useful information via the G-Directorate subnet drive in my backpack.[br]Information that I presumed lost. Information about ANNET's new army of spam-bots, their positions, their weaknesses.[br][br]Anything that could help me survive this mess.[br][br] [small][i]"R:/login admin control... launch grid browser protocol... private browsing, full control"[/i] I whispered.[br]The broadcasting signal responded! A little G appeared in my right eye, with signal strength signage.[br]It showed one and a half signal bars. Good enough![br]Glowing letters formed in my right eye.[br][br][center]***[br]YOUR NEURAL GRID BROWSER IS NOW LOADING.[br]PLEASE ATTEMPT RIGHT CLICKING A RANDOM OBJECT FOR INTERFACE SYNCHRONIZATION[br]***[/center][br][br] [small]I blinked with my right eye on Snippy.[br]Terrifyingly enough, it actually worked! A little menu popped up in my right eye, highlighting Snippy.[br][br][center]***[br]ATTEMPTING NEURAL CONNECTION WITH SUBJECT.[br][br]NO NEURAL RESPONSE RECEIVED FROM SUBJECT'S MIND.[br][br]WARNING! FAILURE TO DETECT NEURAL WAVE ON ALL KNOWN BANDS.[br]SUBJECT'S MENTAL NEURAL PATTERN DEEMED... UNSCANNABLE.[br]SUBJECT IS CONFIRMED TO BE BRAIN-DEAD.[br]***[/center][br][br] [small][i]"Wait... you are... UNSCANNABLE?!"[/i] I cried out in surprise.[br][br]What did Snippy just ramble back? He's the last one? What?[br]Does he not even realize that he's theoretically brain dead?[br]Has nobody ever told him that?[br]Perfect un-scannability while still breathing is biologically impossible![br]The menu in my right eye was expanding:[br][br] [small][center]***[br]VISUAL SCAN OF SUBJECT COMPLETED.[br]PERSONAL ID 04477645 HOLOGRAPHIC TAG LOCATED ON JACKET.[br][br]HUMAN SUBJECT -- CHARLES SNIPPY --[br]DEAD ZONE TOUR GUIDE EMPLOYEE[br]TRANSFERRED FROM EUREKA, G-CUBE 15.[br]IF FOUND DECEASED, PLEASE CONTACT D.Z.R.&T. OFFICE 24-12.[br][br]WARNING: TRACKER-IMPLANT NOT FOUND/DEACTIVATED![br]WARNING: MASSIVE VIOLATION OF AUTHORIZED TOURIST ROUTE![br]NOTICE: IF THIS IS YOUR TOUR GUIDE, YOU ARE NOW CONSIDERED LOST.[br][br]WARNING: DO NOT HIRE. CREDIT SCORE IS MINUS INFINITY.[br]***[/center][br][br] [small]I quickly began to digest this information.[br]Cube 15... Dead Zone Research and Tourism Department? ... Charles... is Unscannable?[br]What does that even mean? How can someone's mind be completely unscannable? That would mean what... That he has no readable brain-wave?![br]I've never met my employees face to face, and I simply assumed that he was simply a bothersome fellow on disability status that kept filing complaints and then got transferred to DZRT.[br]I assumed he perished with the others when the Dead Zone "Godcatchers" experiment went horribly wrong.[br]When Captain introduced me to him, I was shocked, but my current shock doesn't even compare to this.[br]I didn't realize he was "unscannable", such is simply improbable![br]I mean come on! I saw him eating beans this morning!. He's not brain-dead![br]Is he?![br]There were those who could not use the Neural Interface, but fully Unscannable? What the hell?![br]I have to calm myself. Unscannability is impossible. The Grid must be broken. [small]It is giving me illogical answers.[br]Oh.. and... Minus infinity credits? How is that even mathematically possible? I've heard of bad credit scores, but this is ridiculous![br]This scan and information is simply full of errors. That's it. Stupid errors. Ha ha Har.[br][br]As I speculated wildly, the neural signal had decided to respond to my rabidly circular thought patterns:[br][br] [small][center]***[br]CUBE 15. EMPLOYMENT RECORDS OF DECEASED CHARLES SNIPPY:[br]FORMER CLERK, LEVEL 24.[br][br]ERROR CORRECTION:[br]SCAN CONFIRMS HEAT SIGNATURE/HEARTBEAT.[br]"DECEASED" STATUS HAS BEEN TEMPORARILY UPDATED TO "LIVING".[br][br]NOTICE:[br]GREETINGS ANNET USER![br]PLEASE CONSIDER THE FOLLOWING IF YOU ARE TO ATTEMPT COMMUNICATION WITH THIS PARTICULAR INDIVIDUAL.[br]INDIVIDUAL KNOWN AS CHARLES SNIPPY IS IN FACT NOT BRAIN-DEAD,[br]AS IT MIGHT SEEM AT FIRST, BUT HAS THE STATUS OF A MENTALLY DISABLED USER.[br]THIS MEANS THAT HE CANNOT INSTANTLY READ YOUR MIND-TEXTS, NOR TEXT BACK TO YOU![br][br] [small]IF YOU WISH TO COMMUNICATE WITH CHARLES, PLEASE FORWARD YOUR TEXTS TO WATCHER DRONE 17-94-15, HOVERING ABOVE SNIPPY.[br]THE DRONE WILL AUDIBLY TELL CHARLES WHAT IT IS YOU WANT FROM HIM.[br][br]ERROR: WE ARE SORRY. ASSIGNED DRONE # 17-94-15 IS CURRENTLY UNAVAILABLE.[br]A REPORT HAS BEEN FILED TO ANNET.[br]PLEASE REMAIN CALM![br][br]CONSIDER USING YOUR MOUTH MUSCLES OR DRAWING SOMETHING ON PAPER TO COMMUNICATE WITH THE DISABLED INDIVIDUAL.[br]BE AWARE THAT BY AGREEMENT OF USAGE OF SUCH COPYRIGHTED FORMS OF DIRECT COMMUNICATION, YOU WILL BE CHARGED 173 CREDITS PER LETTER.[br][br] [small]MAINTAIN A RELAXED STATE OF POSTERIOR![br]BE AWARE THAT WHEN CONFUSED OR THREATENED BY YOUR SUPERIOR METHODS OF NEURAL PROXY COMMUNICATION,[br]THIS INDIVIDUAL MAY VIOLENTLY VIOLATE YOUR PERSONAL SPACE.[br]***[/center][br][br] [small]There was much more informative gibberish to read in my right eye about Charles Snippy, but Snippy suddenly smacked me right in the head, breaking my concentration.[br]Ouch![br][br]He told me to go downstairs (obviously) and when I begged him to join me, he simply forcibly shoved me down the stairs and ran off into the smoke.[br]Argh![br][br]I descended into the building's basement, tripping on rubbish and quickly left the burning skyscraper, avoiding the Zombie-bots by constantly looking at the neural signal bars.[br] [small]If I had more time I'd put together a program that would track their movements in a 3D space, but alas, I was far too busy escaping and gasping for air.[br]As I jogged across the ruined street I pondered about Snippy's fate...[br][br]Reckless idiot! He will definitely get himself killed![br]Thank god he didn't notice that I yelled his first name out loud.[br]I have to watch myself... I can't afford another slip-up like that.[br]Slip-ups is what gets you killed by insane (potentially brain-dead) ex-subordinates that probably blame you for their miserable past life and the end of the world.[br]Maybe he'll just assume Captain told me his name. That's it. Push it all on Captain's randomness. Perfect.[br][br] [small]...Where is Captain anyway?[br]Why is that that incompetent super... always so hard to find when needed most?[br]Perhaps I could just ask the grid?[br]No! No...[br]It is far too dangerous to initiate a search. What if private browsing fails and the search is traced backwards directly to the user?[br]What if ANNIE is just waiting for someone to ask [i]"Find the..."[/i][br]Then what? My backpack subnet's nuclear batteries spontaneously combust from some sort of hideous virus... turning me into a little mushroom cloud?[br] [small]Or another Directorate weapon system from the sky... that pancakes the area, microwaving all living targets?[br]No thanks. I like my brain not scrambled. I refuse to be a part of her nutritious breakfast.[br][br]I must not give into the temptation of the search![br][br]Long ago... back when I still ruled the world it was so easy to find Captain with ANNIE's help.[br] [small]ANNIE could see all the things via Neural Interface users own eyes, recollect any and all information instantly, find anyone through anyone.[br]It was the perfect backdoor to unlimited information and the Directorate approved its design.[br]I held the information of the entire planet in my hands and I have squandered it so recklessly.[br]...Sigh.[br]How I wish that my search engine goddess didn't have a vendetta against humanity and me in general.[br]How I wish I could turn back the tide of time and never ask the one question that has lead me to Captain.
[b][large]Freedom[/large][/b][br][hr][br] The Freedom was always alone, his coarse battle with justice neverending, and requiring the stiffest of minds.[br][br] Left and right, criminals fell, how might far too much for them to contain. The law was not capable of doing this, Security was corrupt, and the higher ups were too tainted by the lure of power.[br][br] The Freedom knew this, he knew that only he could do what had to be done.[br][br] His dark garb added to his mystique, struck fear in the hearts of criminals, for they knew...[br][br] When The Freedom came to their doorstep, that Justice was soon to befall them.[br] For he didn't believe in things like jail, for most criminals. They would offend, and offend, and offend again, never learning their lesson from the minimal sentences provided by Security.[br][br] Death was their only release.[br][br] Justice was corrupted, tainted, made into a business...[br][br] The Freedom was here to do what was right.[br][br] Justice was lost...[br] Justice was raped...[br] and Justice is done.
The Shuttle Arrives
[b][large]Chapter 13: The Shuttle Arrives[/large][/b][br][hr][br] Jared Phillips, Junior Botanist and the Station's Acting Captain, waited in the locker, terrified of what had become of his home. It had been bad enough when the Syndicate had launched an all-out assault. The Captain had led them through that, and the AI, HERO, had done its best to keep things in order, despite massive damage to its link with the station.[br][br] HERO had done things no AI was expected to do. It had used its camera network to alert the crew of every move the Syndicate Operatives made. When they destroyed its Upload Chamber, it had kept going using a half-destroyed radio system. When the Syndicates released the Singularity, HERO adjusted the Solar Arrays.[br][br] Then the Xenos came. A facehugger got the Captain in the first few minutes. Without leadership, the Station plunged into chaos. Purple weeds were everywhere. Black monsters out of Jared's worst nightmares had torn men apart in front of his very eyes.[br][br] And all through it, HERO had been there. When Main Power started going out, HERO had shut down power to all sections of the ship not housing humans. HERO had realigned its damaged output signal to call for the Emergency Evacuation Shuttle. It had led Jared away from Hydroponics to this locker, where he could be safe until the Shuttle arrived.[br][br] Because Jared was the last human being left on the Station. There was just enough power left for HERO to bolt open all the doors along his path, oxygenate those sections, and inform him of when he needed to run.[br][br] "The Shuttle will arrive in 30 seconds, Jared," HERO chirped. "Ple...ase be c...c...areful on y...our way...out o...f...the...S...t...nnnnn."[br][br] Jared knew HERO had died. And he knew it had lived up to its name.
The Lusty Xenomorph Maid
[b][large]The Lusty Xenomorph Maid[/large][/b][br][hr][br] BLACK PEN Alien Queen hisses: [i]Certainly not, kind sir! I am here but to clean your chambers.[/i][br][br] Captain Colt asks: [i]Is that all you have come here for, little one? My chambers?[/i][br][br] Alien Queen hisses: [i]I have no idea what it is you imply, master. I am but a poor alien maid.[/i][br][br] Captain Colt says: [i]So you are, my dumpling. And a good one at that. Such strong legs and shapely tail.[/i][br][br] Alien Queen hisses: [i]You embarrass me, sir![/i][br][br] Captain Colt says: [i]Fear not. You are safe here with me.[/i][br][br] Alien Queen hisses: [i]I must finish my cleaning, sir. The station will have my head if I do not![/i][br][br] Captain Colt says: [i]Cleaning, eh? I have something for you. Here. Polish my laser rifle.[/i][br][br][br][br] CRAYON SCRIBBLES The Alien Queen' eyes went wide in surprise as her captain began unbuttoning his armor, which fell into a pile of plates at his feet. "It's huge!" Lifts-Her-Tail exclaimed, mesmerized by the ten inches that had begun to harden before her. "It could take me all night," the young Alien said provocatively, flashing her superior an innocent grin.[br][br] "Plenty of time, my sweet. Plenty of time," Captain Colto said, stepping out of his pants and placing his hands on the well-toned shoulders of his servant, gently massaging the obsidian scales that covered her body. With a grin, he then pushed down on the Alien's shoulders, gently forcing The Lusty Xenomorph Maid to her knees.[br][br] "It's alright, my dear. Nobody will find out," Colto said, moving his semi-erect member up to the drooling lips of his servant. His hands moved to the back of her head as he spread his legs slightly.[br][br] Not seeing any other way out of this situation, The Alien Queen finally gave in, opening her lips slightly, allowing the head of her captain's most private of parts to slide into her warm, moist mouth. Using her long, forked tongue, the Alien navigated Captain Colto's member past her sharp teeth and further into her muzzle, massaging it gently as she did so.[br][br] After about six inches of the member had been inserted into her mouth, The Alien Quuen began sucking gently, extracting several drops of precum, which she swallowed almost eagerly.[br][br] The Captain moaned out in pleasure, his ten inches swelling into a full erection in the hot confines of the Alien's mouth. "That's it, my sweet. Just like that."[br][br] After a few moments The Lusty Xenomorph Maid felt the grip on her head loosen, allowing her to begin slowly bobbing her head against the hard length, allowing the member to almost escape her lips before going back down. Each time, the Alien took a little big more of the length into her muzzle, and each time, her master's groaning became more prominent.[br][br] Suddenly, her master's grip tightened, and he forcefully shoved his entire length into the young Alien's mouth, making her deep throat the large cock. Forcing herself not to gag, The Alien Queen closed her eyes and continued to massage the cock with her toungue. Colto began rocking his hips against the tight confines of the Alien's muzzle, feeling himself getting close. For several thrusts he continued, before pulling himself from the maid's muzzle, her small, lithe body falling backwards to the ground.[br][br] The Alien Queen gave her master a confused look, wondering why her superior had withdrawn when he was so close to cumming. "Strip, and lay down on my bed, darling. I have another task for you," Captain Colto said, grinning down at his servant.[br][br] After regaining her wits, the Alien complied almost instantly, hastily removing her clothes as she moved to the bed. Her thighs had become quite moist during her blowjob, thoughts of the cock invading her nether regions filling her mind. Looking back over her shoulder, The Alien Queen was reassured by her captain with a slight nod as he began to follow her to the bed. Slowly and cautiously, she crawled up onto the rough, linen bedsheets of her captains's bed, sliding in beneath the bedsheet that covered the lumpy mattress. Jumping a bit in surprise, the Argonian turned in surprise to her master who had suddenly thrown the bedsheet off of the bed and crawled up onto the bed behind her.[br][br] "Don't move, sit just like that my dear," the Captain said as he began removing his silk shirt. The Lusty Xenomorph Maid remained still, her back facing towards her captain with her legs crossed slightly. When he had finished with his shirt, Captain Colto gently lifted the Alien's long tail out of the way, exposing her moist lower lips. Gently he reached down and inserted two fingers as he moved up, laying behind her, causing her to moan out in pleasure at the sudden invasion.[br][br] "You seem awfully eager to get to work," the captain whispered to the young female who was now gasping in pleasure. "Please, my Captain," The Alien Queen managed to gasp out in between moans.[br][br] "As you wish, my sweet Alium."[br][br] Slowly, Captain Colto withdrew his fingers, causing The Alien Queen to suddenly feel empty. Pushing her tail out of the way, the captain moved up behind the young Alien and aligned himself with his destination.[br][br] "Tell me how much you want it, my dear," the Captain whispered to his servant, rubbing the head of his member against her moist lips, teasing the young creature.[br][br] "Please my captain, take me!" The Lusty Xenomorph Maid begged, almost shouting out in anticipation.[br][br] Satisfied, the Captain grinned and pushed his head in, which was instantly enveloped by her eager and willing pussy, its hot, moist walls squeezing tight around his engorged member. As he began pushing himself further into the Alien, the captain reached around the young female and began fondling her breast, squeezing gently at the soft scales that composed her nipple between his two fingers. The two groaned out in unison as both were overtaken by pleasure at the initial insertion, both feeling as if their loins were on fire with pleasure. When their hips finally met, the captain let out a long breath as he gently nipped at the back of the servant's neck, her scales feeling almost cold against his warm skin.[br][br] Slowly he began to withdraw again, the hot, tight walls of The Alien Queen squeezing around his member, trying desperately to keep it within her. When he had almost fully withdrawn, he thrust back in again, once again enveloping himself in the waves of pleasure that made up her hot, wet nether-regions.[br][br] Steadily the captain picked up his pace, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through both bodies, causing both to increase their moans and gasps of pleasure.[br][br] Suddenly Captain Colto withdrew, causing the Alien to whimper in confusion and desire. Forcefully he pulled his servant up onto her knees while pushing her head back down onto the mattress. Hastily he re-aligned himself and pushed back in forcefully, taking her much rougher than before.[br][br] The Alien Queen yelped in surprise as she was harshly taken, the thrusts much more rapid than before as they both started to feel the buildup of pleasure that signaled the impending end. The Alien's surprise was quickly overcome by pleasure as her climax began to build up inside of her.[br][br] Captain Colto's hand pressed firmly into the servant's neck, forcing the Alien into a very submissive position, further fueling his desires. He was getting very close, his thrusts becoming much more shallow and rapid. Suddenly, he pushed all of his weight down onto the young female as his climax came, unable to hold back any longer.[br][br] The Lusty Xenomorph gasped in pleasure as her climax hit, her inner liquids spilling out all over the cock that was lodged firmly within her, spilling its own liquidy seed into her body. Several weak thrusts followed their simultaneous climax as The Alien Queen tried to milk every last ounce of seed out of her Captain, feeling the warm fluid filling her body.[br][br] After several minutes of resting, the Captain withdrew from the servant and collapsed onto his back.[br][br] "It would seem that my laser rifle requires one final cleaning before your duties are complete, my dear."[br][br] "Of course, my Captain," The Alien Queen said in a half-dazed state, still trying to recover from her climax. Slowly she moved her head down, facing the now semi-erect cock of her superior, and began licking. Once again she took the member into her mouth, cleaning off the combination of her own bodily fluids and her master's seed.[br][br] "I think I may have need of your services much more often in the coming few days, my sweet. I have several more energy gun's that may be in need of some polishing."[br][br] "Of course, my Captain. I would love to be in your service."[br][br] "Good. Sleep now, my dear. I think I may have some urgent tasks for you in the morning."[br][br] Gently, the Captain took the young Alien maid under his arm, pulling her up against his body, where they fell asleep together, each eagerly awaiting the work that was to be done the next morning.[br][br]
Woody's got Wood
One day while Andy was masturbating, Woody got wood. He could no longer help himself! He watched as Andy stroked his juicy kawaii cock. He approached Andy which startled him and make him pee everywhere on the floor and on Woody too. Being drenched in his urine made him harder than ever! Woody: "Andy Senpai! I'm alive and I want to be INSIDE OF YOU." Andy: "Oh Woody Chan! I always knew you were alive! I want to stuff you up my kawaii ass!" Woody grabbed a bunch of flavored lube and rubbed it all over his head Woody: "Oh my! It's cherry flavored lube! Cherry is my favorite! Woody then stuffed his head up into Andy's tight ass! The other toys around the room watched intently as Woody shoved his head back and forth into Andy's nice ass, continuously making a squishy wet noise. The other toys also became aroused and they all gathered around Woody and Andy and started to urinate all over them, and then they started to masturbate. Andy: "Oh my goodness, Woody Chan! You are churning my insides up so well! Your nose is stimulating my prostate! OH YES! All the other toys became so aroused by this, that they could not help themselves anymore! They pushed Woody completely inside, and they all went inside. All of them wanted to be inside Andy's nice round ass. Andy: "No wait guys! My ass cannot hold this much! I'm getting so full! All the toys went inside of poor squirming Andy and pretty much, he was beyond full, and died from having his insides completely damaged. The mother came inside and found Andy, dead with a huge ass hemorrhage on his anus, with a HUGE belly full of toys.