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Thread: Pawn of the Reaper (Alpha and little_iveta)

He wasn't sure how much time had passed. How long he had been alone in the lab. Hell, he wasn't even sure how long he had been in the lab for anymore. It was strange to wonder the halls of the place in silence, seeing the other subjects laying motionless on the surgical tables and in stasis tubes, some having fallen down dead in the middle of halls without a sign of wounds or any kind of trauma. At least not that he could see. A thin hand ran down face, blue skin meeting blue skin that was still strangely warm to the touch pressed against itself, trailing down a long face. Many of the others where nothing more than skeletons but somehow he maintained a more health physique, unhealthily thin, but not as bad as the others. He had tried to escape the place, but no shuttles, at least ones that functioned where left, and he didn't know enough about machines to try and fix them. And so Max was left alone to wonder the empty hallways of the lab in the fatigues he had hastily thrown on over himself for the sake of modesty, never tiring, never feeling hungry. He slouched in a chair in the space he had claimed as his own living quarters, having dragged a bed, a chair and some other functional equipment into it, a TV and a viddisc player among them. There had been a decent supply of movies in the barraks and those helped to widdle away the time. Blasto movies, Fleet and Flotilla, hell, someone had even managed to smuggle a few porn vids in that had been useful enough to help him find out that at least one part of his body still functioned the way it used it. Even though it seemed to take longer to rub one out then he ever remembered it taking before. One of these days I should see if there's some kind of repair manual around here for the shuttles he said aloud to himself, his voice coming out as nothing more than a horse whisper. Speaking out loud was a habit he had developed early on in the days since he had found himself here alone simply to here a voice. Yeah, thanks a good idea, he replied to himself as he pushed himself up from his chair and trudged slowly towards the door.
Thread: Pawn of the Reaper (Alpha and little_iveta)

Miranda sets out again to do some house cleaning on the remaining pockets of Cerberus facility across the galaxy, this is to ensure that humanity would no longer have a bad image among the council races and to remove all traces of the Illusive Man's megalomaniac legacy. As of now, Miranda only has one remaining homework to do and that is to get rid of the Adjutant Replication Facility located at an unrecognized star system in the Terminus. According to the reports this research lab is considered more horrendous than Jack's prison in Pragia. Upon touch down on the swampy garden world, Miranda is immediately on her guard, still being cautious even though the galaxy is free from the Reapers. It could be also just her reminiscing the adventures and gun blazing memories she had with Shepard, for old times sake likewise. So far she hasn't seen any hostile living creature or synthetics as she enters the main lobby of the research lab, she holstered back her Arc Pistol. She brought out her omni tool as she surveys the area to look for some information that she could retrieve and conceal so that no other interlopers would get their hands on some critical information that could further jeopardize humanity in the field of bio-engineering research. While scouring room after room, Miranda suddenly hears clumsy footsteps outside the room she was in, just along the hallways. Once again she readies her Arc Pistol in her right hand and a charges a biotic slam in her left, she took cover on the door and opens it slowly a little to take a peek outside, to her shock and disbelief she saw a live walking husk. Miranda couldn't believe what she is seeing, reaper assimilated organism should be no longer be functioning since Shepard activated the red colored galactic explosion. But this is just merely coincidence, anyway, what's the big deal its just a husk after all. In one swift move, Miranda bangs out of the door and dashes to the hallway and immediately points her Arc Pistol's targeting laser right between the husk's eyes. But first Miranda tries to communication between her and the husk to see if it is free from the reaper's influence. Stop right there, don't come any closer, if you could understand what I'm saying nod your head. As she said this, Miranda sees the transmogrified phallus of the Husk is slowly growing erect, somehow it makes Miranda to laugh in amusement, but she hides her facial expression to the husk and still displays a serious Cerberus cheerleader look. Ironically, the husk's ball sack is also transmogrified in a way that it almost resembled two biotic grenades.... Which is also glowing as of the moment. The husk seems to be a proto-husk, a human near in its stage of reaperfication. This is the same husk she encountered in her father's project in Sanctuary. And of course the said husk Miranda is now facing is no doubt a human male and a hapless victim of Cerberus twisted projects.
Thread: Pawn of the Reaper (Alpha and little_iveta)

The sight of another person in the faculty was a surprise enough for him. The fact that it was a woman, and probably the most drop dead gorgeous woman he had ever seen, or at least that he could remember seeing since his memory was a little fragmented from procedure and he could feel his erection growing as he eyed her, coming to the slow realization her had forgotten to put pants on when he had ventured out into the facility from his room. The curse of living alone for so long was that he often forgot things like that. He had been so distracted by her looks and his rapidly growing erection that he hadn't even noticed the gun in her hand and the laser sight centered on his forehead. Do I have to nod? he asked, or can I make use of the fact that I can actually talk? He added, speaking more to himself than to this woman, Jesus the things I would do her. After being alone for so long and thinking out loud all the time he had completely forgotten how to keep his thoughts to himself. His eyes wondered along the inviting curves of her body, perfectly framed by the tight fitting outfit she wore, I mean fuck me, he continued talking to himself, what I wouldn't give to get all up in that.
Thread: Pawn of the Reaper (Alpha and little_iveta)

Good thing for him he still remembered what she said cause if he still continues to mind his erection and didn't respond to what she said, Miranda would've blown him between the eyes. Miranda was greatly astonished to see that his man is actually freed from the reaper's control and that he regained his own consciousness by giving her an indication that he could finally talk. But somehow Miranda finds it quite weird that he frequently utter words to himself, making some gibberish sounds but one thing that startled her is that when he sometimes speaks clear rude comments about her and the way he looks at her body luridly. It seems though that this man could be once a rapist or a womanizer and that now he actually has a major malfunction, thanks to the reaper nanomachines that they did their job in focusing on his erection rather than his combat characteristics. Miranda got slightly infuriated by this and approaches him in a firm and frustrated walk, holstering her gun then suddenly gives the husk a pimp slap across his right cheek, How dare you ogle at me and comment insolently on my body like that? If I don't have many morals I would have blown your zombie head! Miranda continues, It seems that I need fix something in your head, how about we try this the old fashion way? She suddenly smirks and fires her biotic slam to his belly, sending the husk slowly floating upwards then violently slamming his body down, Miranda watches the poor husk to see on how he would do on a ragdoll movement. Miranda chuckles slowly in a sadistic manner as she watches the husk to get back on his feet. She expect that the husk would be fixed by now. Ahh, this takes me back on the old times.
Thread: Pawn of the Reaper (Alpha and little_iveta)

He gave his head a violent shake, something defiantly feeling rattled from powerful biotic blow he had just been dealt. He ached, which he took as a good thing, but the fact that he was able to get back to his feet so easily he was going to take as a sign that apparently he could take alot more abuse than he could before. And since a crazy woman seemed to have made her way into the lab that was probably something he was going to be very thankful for. His vision was blurry and out of focus, something he would expect after a hit like that and he blinked several times in rapid succession, bringing everything back into focus and..... And suddenly able to see right through the clothing of the woman standing over him, getting a wonderful view of the soft, smooth perfection that dwelled under her clothes. His tongue shot out over his lips, wetting them quickly in an attempt to stop himself from saying anything else out loud about her and the wonderful image that he now could see of her, Um...um.... he stammered, still trying to find something to say beyond the fact that she had incredible tits. Because that would more than likely lead to another slam off the walls. The site of her naked had done little to settle his erection and he shuffled away, turning to look away form her and tried to say something that wouldn't get him slapped around any more, What are you doing here? he finally managed to ask.
Thread: Pawn of the Reaper (Alpha and little_iveta)

AlphaZero said He gave his head a violent shake, something defiantly feeling rattled from powerful biotic blow he had just been dealt. He ached, which he took as a good thing, but the fact that he was able to get back to his feet so easily he was going to take as a sign that apparently he could take alot more abuse than he could before. And since a crazy woman seemed to have made her way into the lab that was probably something he was going to be very thankful for. His vision was blurry and out of focus, something he would expect after a hit like that and he blinked several times in rapid succession, bringing everything back into focus and..... And suddenly able to see right through the clothing of the woman standing over him, getting a wonderful view of the soft, smooth perfection that dwelled under her clothes. His tongue shot out over his lips, wetting them quickly in an attempt to stop himself from saying anything else out loud about her and the wonderful image that he now could see of her, Um...um.... he stammered, still trying to find something to say beyond the fact that she had incredible tits. Because that would more than likely lead to another slam off the walls. The site of her naked had done little to settle his erection and he shuffled away, turning to look away form her and tried to say something that wouldn't get him slapped around any more, What are you doing here? he finally managed to ask. Click to expand... Miranda is quite astounded by this husk's resilience, he proved to have more resolve than his previous friends who met their ultimate demise at the the end of the galactic war. Uhmm...? Uhmm...? What? Was that too hard for you? Miranda said as she thought the husk is getting catatonic after dangling out his tongue and utter those unintelligible words. Putting her hands on her waist and giving the husk of her bad ass look, what she didn't know is that he was already having an enjoyable voyeur moment by just seeing through her clothes and Miranda is none the wiser that she is giving out all of her front. Miranda was quite surprised to hear him finally uttered some sensible words, she replied back in an a-hole manner, Just cleaning up the mess your doctors have done here, you're lucky you've got yourself a second life while those eggheads who crank you up have met their expiration date sooner. Of all the Illusive Man's mittlework you're the first one to prove successful, such a shame he didn't live to see this, congratulations... I'm Miranda by the way, one of Cerberus's last and only remaining cheerleader. Since you've shown yourself quite of a phenomenon, I've decided to spare you but if you try to think the other way then you have another thing coming from me. So tell me, how did you manage to stay intact with that transmogrified ball sack after the reaper's defeat? The nanomachines should have killed you long ago, unless I'm missing something.
Thread: Pawn of the Reaper (Alpha and little_iveta)

He gavehimhalf hearted shrug in response to her question. I ain't no doctor. All I know is I woke up one day like this and everyone else seemed to be dead. The few shuttles that are left don't function so I kinda been stuck here alone until you showed up. He wished that his cock would hurry up and deflate itself, talking to someone wile sporting a ten inch boner was more than a little awkward. Or maybe if it didn't deflate on its own his new guest would be nice enough tto suck him off. He risked a glance back, lingering only long enough to take in the details of her body, the round firm looking tits and the smooth, warm looking mound between her legs.
Thread: A Summer to Remember... (ThisIsNotForYou & PhantomSentinel)

It was a warm, almost hot day in early June at Madison High School. Given that it was the last week of school, the students there were already tuned out enough, and the arrival of summer weather only served to decrease their focus on school even further. Mr. Duncan, one of three of the school's guidance counselors, had the not so fortunate task of dealing with his delegated group of students to meet with regarding their selected courses for the upcoming year. Mr. Duncan was 38, and though he kept his job at Madison, his employment there was not really a necessity. He had done quite well for himself trading stocks and bonds, getting in on certain companies at the right time and dropping other assets at the right time as well. On this particular Wednesday afternoon, as the day wore on to a close and the sun beat through the blinds of his office window, he wondered why he even still bothered doing what he did. As he looked at his list of student appointments for the day, he was not only relieved to be at the last name, but somewhat excited. The name was one which he recognized...which he had heard in the halls, heard from teachers and associated with a cute young lady he had his eye on for some time. As Mr. Duncan got up from his desk and opened his office door, his suspicions were confirmed and the girl he associated with the name on his list was indeed outside his office. He took a breath, knowing full well where he intended to take this appointment but trying to remain as serious and professional as possible. As he set eyes upon the young girl in one of the chairs outside his office, he purposely acted dumbfounded, showing little enthusiasm... Umm you must be... He stepped slightly to the side, inviting the young lady into his office, mustering up his confidence and his courage to go through with what he had in mind. At 38 years old, he was no slouch...he stood and 6ft, about 210lbs, short light brown and slightly wavy hair, pale blue eyes...in good shape for his age but not overly muscular...moreso lean with a runner's body...he was dressed somewhat casually today in khaki pants, brown Skecher shoes and a black polo with Madison High logo on it, and though he felt confident, this was also not an arrangement he had ever attempted to enter into before.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Chammy!!!

Happy birthday, Chammy! Hope your day is simply the best! Have fun... miss you! hugs cake and ice cream for you
Thread: Happy Birthday, Chammy!!!

Happy birthday.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Chammy!!!

Haven't talked to you in a quick heartbeat...BUT Happy birthday hon! Have a bee-yoo-tiful day.
Thread: Happy Birthday, Chammy!!!

Happy Birthday Chammy, go out and enjoy your big day!
Thread: Modular Souls [Hapto x  Yenpointfive, robots, romance and body-modification]

Alex had expected the first shock of the day to be hers but he was the one left starring instead when her rainbow colored hair settled out into a shade of purple just like that. Her hair had been a custom installation. Rather than swapping out different sets of hair that were essentially extremely nice wigs Lambda would be able to change the length, color, and to some extent style of her hair just by thinking about it. Plenty of early models before the soul core were were good at making it look as if things had been done subconsciously but that was the first time he honestly wondered if it had been. Alex will do nicely for now. He said with a soft smile as he stood and circled her. His eyes were all at once a proud father looking upon his daughter, a sculptor looking upon clay, and a wolf looking at lunch. We're going to try something now and I do hope you're not going to hold this against me. Stand up and undress. We're going to be testing out some of your more sensitive systems. He told her with a smile. Naturally he'd already seen her naked. she had shipped with clothing but he'd had to take it off to do some work on her. He'd dressed her again before turning her on however. What he had planed for her wouldn't be half as fun if she couldn't appreciate it. A gynoid who would simply do as she was told without even an opinion of whether or not she enjoyed the order would simply learn to agree with whatever order he gave and whatever his opinion about herself was. He had designs for her and he didn't want her to simply know that she was beautiful. It was true, of course. But there was a big difference in knowing that something was true and believing that it was. If he could shock her he could wow her and when she was finally in awe of herself his job would be done. This was only a test. Not that that meant the test couldn't be fun.
Thread: Modular Souls [Hapto x  Yenpointfive, robots, romance and body-modification]

As he regarded her, she regarded him, the left side of her face visibly lighting with the angles and lines of circuitry wrought in moving purple light. Her owner had a handsome face, and not in the sense of 'large sum of money' handsome, but attractive, most measurements conforming to the golden ratio to a high degree. His nose reminded her of Leonardo's Da Vinci's David statue, and his hair was how she'd imagined Leto Atriedes II's hair would look, from his description in Dune . Her owner was very attractive, but - his eyes.... They were her owner's eyes, so she should like them. She did like them, she told herself. It was just - they reminded her of Thispe's speech in Midsummer Night's Dream , Act 5 ... His eyes were green as leeks. O Sisters Three, Come, come to me, With hands as pale as milk Lay them in gore, ... A notification was flashing in the corner of her vision. Her owner had said something. She reminded her memory We're going to try something now fast-forward Stand up and undress. The command was posted 1.2 seconds ago! How had so much time passed?! She thought much faster than that. Though it seemed, when she thought of emotions, everything slowed. And when she'd thought of his eyes.... Loki, the Norse god of mischief was meant to have green eyes. Her attention kept wondering to the database of tools protruding from his cargo-belt, their various functions, applications. 2.1 seconds had passed! She stood up abruptly, the circuitry lights on her face dimming. They flickered one last time as she checked his social-networking profiles, cross referenced, found a promising match under 'favorite films', watched the film. There! She slowly turned away from him, her hips swaying more than necessary as she imitated the woman in the film that was playing before her eyes. In time with woman in the scene, she raised both her arms up behind her back, her fingers reaching up to delicately find the clasp of her dress - having to adapt slightly from the cocktail dress the woman wore to the measurements of the blue and orange product dress she wore. Compensating, she slowly lowering the clasp in time, easing it over the black line of her bra. She continued, watching as in the film the curve of the woman's back became visible, then the black line of her underwear suggesting itself just over the unclasped dress, knowing the same view was now visible to her owner. In time, and with the same exaggerated grace and delicacy, she raised both hands up to the straps of her dress, using only her fingertips to move them until they fell off her shoulders, the entire dress falling from her body. Her hands lowered, passing before her breasts as they did to fire the imagination of the watcher behind, of her owner, as she turned her face towards him, imitating a slight intake of breath as she looked down towards the strap of her bra and smiled coyly. Do you mind? she asked in time with the film.
Thread: Modular Souls [Hapto x  Yenpointfive, robots, romance and body-modification]

If she had shared half her thoughts on his form with him he would have loved her all the more for it. Both for the rightness of her choice of Shakespeare lines and for any reference at all to Dune. It was a real shame that went unsaid. There was an awful joke about undressing without rhythm so as not to attract the worm which it would have probably sparked. Truthfully it was probably best for both the sake of humor and his ego that she didn't liken him to an Atriedes. Truth be told he wouldn't be surprised if she preferred to liken him to the Tleilaxu by the time he was done with her. It wasn't until a few moments in that he recognized the scene she was copying but he had to give her credit for her taste. He kept that look in his eyes like a hungry lion watching his meal, watching her slip off the product dress. He made a mental note to hang on to it. He was to understand that most people tended to get rid of the garments their gynoids shipped in, to better convince themselves that they were laying with a flesh-and-blood human. Alex didn't need that delusion. He'd been inside parts of her that he could have never safely delved on anyone who bled. In that regard she was to be considered a complete improvement over his own species. The question was still whether or not she could play the rest of her part like one. He smiled at the request. The film called for him to lightly undo her bra, what he did instead was to loop his finger through the strap, gently tugging her back towards him. Finish the dance. He ordered softly, his lips inches from her ear as he undid her bra one-handed. The film would end the dance with her in the hero's lap and he saw no reason to adlib on that point. He took a seat on the couch once more and directed his eyes to her, waiting for her to pick back up where she left off. He was wondering if changing the lines on her would throw her off. Smart as she was she must know he was messing with her.
Thread: Modular Souls [Hapto x  Yenpointfive, robots, romance and body-modification]

The purple circuits lights flicker up and down the side of her face for a full second. Out of the 93 simulations she ran, 3 were flagged as statistically promising. She could comply, finishing the entire scene as ordered. She could comply, but altering the scene into the second-act duet-dance number of the film which lead to the climactic intimate-encounter. Or she could comply, including the erotic dancestrip-routine elements found in her default database to protected remove her undone bra and her panties as she approached. But none of them... felt right. A few seconds later, she smiled. Her bra hit him in the face. Finished, he heard on the other side of the blinding underwear, and by the time the garment and shock allowed him to see, she was no longer in the room.