/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

The pudgy bar keep's breath and movements become erratic, his shoulders tense up and his grip on your buttocks hardens. You realize that he's just about to cum and you're not about to let such an opportunity slip through your hands. Even though you're standing over him at an awkward angle you manage to grip the base of his cock hard enough for him to be unable to cum. The desperate penis twitches and writhes trying to fulfill its function but you won't let it.

Pulling back from your center his gaze is foggy and distant, and your sinful juices are running down his chin. "Uugh, please," he groans as he stares up at you. Without mercy you force his head back into position and moments later you can feel the man's tongue going back to work against your slick sex. The unspoken submission is enough to make you erupt with orgasm and coat his face with your wet heat. The orgasmic contractions that make your body shiver and grow weaker almost makes you release the grip around the man's cock but you manage to hold on.

"Can I please have some credits daddy?~" You yelp and he cries out in agreement. Your grip loosens, the blood rushes down back to the cock and a deluge of warm cum hits your thighs and arm. When he sees you coated in his seed the bar keep explodes again and this time he splashes it all over his own chest. Panting heavily he lifts his arm and points to gold-laced credit card. "Take it…"

Smoothing out the crevasses of your skirt and getting your blouse back in place you leave the office 150 credits richer together with the tickets to the upcoming mass rally. When you get back into main area of the bar you can see Gallywix and Hera sitting at a table drinking and laughing. When Hera sees you she waves you over with a smile on her face, but Gallywix jaw drops as he sees the remnants of the bar keep's cum running down your thigh.

How do you want to handle the mass rally of cultists?

A. Ambush a group of cultists and steal their robes, then proceed to sneak into the rally.

B. Approach the Nova Roma marshall for help.

C. Pretend to be new recruits.

D. Ask Gallywix to cause a distraction and go in guns blazing.

>>21876

>>21877

We'll do A!

The narrative now switches back to Hera as it's time to hunt some cultists.

You can see how Erica blushes as she sits down, but after just a few moments she changes the hue of her gooey body hide the fact that she's embarrassed. "What's the matter Erica?" You ask her as you drink take another sip of your drink. She doesn't answer you, but instead looks down at the table as she shows the tickets to the cult rally. Your open wide as you stare down at the premium tickets to the cult rally. "What's this Erica? How did you eh, get it?"

"Listen. There's talk about the pheonix making an appearance as the main speaker. I overheard some cultists saying stuff about her father dying and leaving them money, so she must be our target right?"

Nodding slowly you pocket the tickets. "But how are we going to get in there?" You ask Erica, already impressed with her findings. "Well… I was thinking that if we get our hands on some cultist uniforms we'll be able to sneak in," she explains. "I could always cause a bit of a distraction…" Gallywix smiles but you turn around and chastise him. "I've had enough of your plans goblin. We'll do it Erica's way. Is that understood?" He purses his lips in anger but nods in agreement.

"How are we going to find those cultists then?" Gallywix asks.

A. Attempt to track the cultists with your Hyper Density Cillia.

B. Ask around, trying to discern where more cultists might hang out.

C. Stroll idly along the streets hoping to get lucky.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 0%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Psych blaster 100%

Sweaty white t-shirt

Black hotpants

Black thong

1050 credits

Gallywix jumps out of his chair and chugs the last part of his drink and walks around to Erica. He rests one hand on her shoulder and a crooked smirk appears on his face. "Why don't ya' use that nose of yours boss?" You look back at the goblin for a few moments to see if he's joking or actually being serious. The little green man nods at you and you start focusing, trying to pick up a scent. There's an odd mix of sweet and salty tones that you can't seem to shake, something that reminds you of…

The goblin's mouth creeps closer to Erica's ear as you close your eyes to be able to focus better. "I think she can smell your little secret~" He purrs into her ear. "My… uhm… secret?" Erica says, swallowing hard and glancing at Gallywix.

"I think one of them recently had sex…" You mumble as you stand up. "There's some really odd perfume all over this place as well. Let's follow the scent."

The three of you walk out of the bar and onto the street. Dusk is settling in over the bazaar and to your can hear how most traders are packing down their wares and closing their stalls for the night. Glasses clink and people laugh from the bars that's lining the street and you keep tracking the scent. The trail takes you up the main street before taking a sharp turn down an alleyway where the it's so strong you're confident you've found the source.

"Uhm, Hera… I'm not sure if we should be here…" Erica mumbles and grabs your arm. Before you is a long corridor of sin. Flashing pink neon lights shine upon the bodies of scantily clad girls of all varieties. Girls dressed in tight spandex uniforms tries to usher customers into "Daddy Yandare's Bordello" and girls clad in nothing but thicket layers of bodypaint hang out outside another.

Drunk and disorderly men are all around the place. A faint hint of the scent you've been tracking comes out of "Ishmael's Steamy Sauna." Apparently the cultists aren't very rigorous with their morals.

A. Enter the sauna through the front door.

B. Walk around the back to see if you can find an alternative rout inside.

C. Have the goblin pose as a customer and sneak past the front desk.

D. It's too dangerous, let's go somewhere else.

>>21891

>>21892

You lead the gang around to the back of the sauna. There's no one around except for the three of you in the alley. Looking around you see a large door with a keypad that must be the back entrance of the sauna. There's a massive print of red text on the door saying, "Private Entrance - Authorized Personnel ONLY."

In the background you can hear the loud voices of partygoers from the street, and you can smell stale urine from drunks having pissed in the alley. Walking up to the door you put your ear to it, and when you focus you can hear the tittering voices of several girls as well as the loud and brusque voice of a man.

A. Knock on the door, pretending you're lost.

B. Kick the door down and bring the fury.

C. Hack the keypad with your Tech Integrated Armband.

D. Players suggest.

It doesn't take many moments for your tech integrated armband to connect to the sauna's security network and disable it. There's an audible click and when you reach out and touch the handle, the door swings open. The three of you walk into the sauna's back entrance and close the door behind you.

The lights of the sauna are dim and there's an odor of cheap perfume the air. Looking around you find yourself in a big hallway that's lined with doors on either side. On the topmost part of every door there's a little window allowing whoever is in the corridor to peek into the different rooms. Signaling for your compatriots to follow, you sneak down the hall.

As you make your war into the building you can hear audible moans and loud grunts, cries and yelps. Stopping for a brief moment you gaze into one of the rooms. A thin old man is sitting on a wooden bench surrounded by young voluptuous and blue-skinned girls. Their hands are all over him and his eyes are halfway closed. Steam rises up all around them and you wonder how they such an old man can keep up such a raging erection.

Suddenly you can feel Gallywix pull on the edge of your hotpants, jumping up and down trying to get a peek of what's inside. Erica also walks up and takes a peek, her cheeks turning red as she watches one of the blue-skinned aliens undo the clasp of her bikini-top and press her breasts against the face of the old man. "Let me see, let me see!" Gallywix whines.

"Sssh. It's one way glass. But they can still hear us." You tell the goblin and back up. Something grips your shoulders hard and a drop of saliva leaks down on your head. You try to break free but the arms are much to strong. A second pair of muscled dark tanned arms grab at your breasts and you can hear a dumb voice speak up.

"Watcha' doin' in ere? Small goblin with large confidence and two working gal's. You're not allowed!" You realize that it's a four-armed trogg and yell for Erica to shoot it.

Give me one 60+ combat roll for Erica and one 50+ for Gallywix. Also roll 70+ to break free.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 10%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Psych blaster 100%

Sweaty white t-shirt

Black hotpants

Black thong

1050 credits

Guard-Trogg

HP 10/10

Rocky Hide (Immune to poison)

Dumb (Can easily be fooled)

Cumbersome (Not very fast)

Erica screams as she sees the massive trogg wrap you in his arms. Fumbling with her weapon she trembles just enough to miss the trogg's face and hit his arm instead. The trogg clutches your breast in response to the shot. You can feel his callous fingers dig into the soft skin of your bosom through the t-shirt and a jolt of pleasure shoots through you. There's something about being at the mercy of this forceful beast that excites you more than you would like to admit.

A whiff of the trogg's foul breath invades your sensitive nostrils as he leans in against your cheek and places a slobbering wet kiss on it. "Whads da' matter hmm? Is da sloot used to fuck little boglin'? Gork will show you good time' hehe" The dim-witted brute suggests.

Squirming in his strong grip you let an involuntary moan slip as Gork forces his hand in between your thighs. Trying to struggle against the massive trogg is meaningless, and your writhing only serves to press Gork's fingers against your tight hotpants causing you to yelp. Gallywix's face turns a deep red as he hears the brute insult his virility and molest his captain. Taking advantage of Gork's heavy frame Gallywix rushes forward, nimbly dodges one of Gork's flying fists and jumps up on his back. Without hesitation the goblin grabs a hold of Gork's hair with one hand, punching his head with his free fist.

"Quick boss-lady, get loose!" He shouts as he continues to pummel the trogg.

A. Use your tripple-jointed body's capacity for extraordinary maneuvers to get a kick, punch or hold on the trogg.

B. Try to bite his fingers.

C. Grab a firm hold of the trogg's nuts.

Give me a combined companion roll as well to see how well your friends do in the battle. I'll roll for Gork t osee how well he performs.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 35%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Psych blaster 100%

Sweaty white t-shirt

Black hotpants

Black thong

1050 credits

Guard-Trogg

HP 7/10

Rocky Hide (Immune to poison)

Dumb (Can easily be fooled)

Cumbersome (Not very fast)

Roaring in anger the Gork the trogg releases your breasts as tries to get a hold of Gallywix. A part of you feels disappointed that he let go but you shake those thoughts pretty fast. You're a good girl, not interested in brutish troggs. Or at least that's what you tell yourself. You're almost able to get free but the Gork pulls his hand from your pants and grab around under your breast to keep you in place. Using your agile body you push your feet from the floor, bending your body in an impossible way and get a kick in on his eye.

The grip around you weakens and you're able to break free as Gork howls with pain, running around the small corridor with Gallywix on top of his head, riding him. Meanwhile Erica regains her composure and fires two shots into the stomach of the blinded trogg. A loud thud fills the air as he falls down on his back. Looking down on the incapacitated trogg you see that he doesn't wear a shirt, but a pair of tight pants. There's a considerable bulge on them, and you shudder as you think about how excited the monster got just by molesting you.

Gallywix pokes the side of the trogg's cheek and grimaces as a loud snore rises up. "Is he really fucking asleep?" You ask Gallywix in disbelief. "It's a natural defensive mechanism of the troggs. When they're knocked out they go into a kind of slumber where they heal their wound faster than would normally be possible," he mutters in response.

A. Lock the snoring trogg in an empty room and hope he doesn't wake up and come after you before you're done here.

B. Wake him up and interrogate him.

C. Leave him laying around in the hallway and hurry up to find the cultists uniforms.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 40%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Psych blaster 100%

Sweaty white t-shirt

Black hotpants

Black thong

1050 credits

Guard-Trogg

HP 3/10

Rocky Hide (Immune to poison)

Dumb (Can easily be fooled)

Cumbersome (Not very fast)

The three of you look around for a good place to store the snoring trogg. After a while you find an empty sauna room where the heat is turned off. "How long do you think he'll be out for?" You ask Gallywix as you drag the limp body into the room. "Dunno boss. Maybe an hour or something?" Gallywix frowns as he looks down at Gork. "Stupid trogg." He says, poking the sleeping brute with his foot. When Gork winces and turns his head Gallywix jumps backwards and makes a little yelp of fear. Erica and you giggle as the normally so confident goblin blushes. "Let's go." He says in a surly tone and leaves the room.

A few minutes later you've found the changing room of the sauna. Rows of lockers, a pair of benches and some showers reminds you more of a high school gymnasium than a whorehouse. It doesn't take you long to break open the weak locks of a pair of lockers, eventually finding what you came here for. With a bundle of robes in your arms you make your way out of the sauna without further incidents.

An hour later the gang of freshly fucked cultists head back to the showers to rinse their bodies from the smell of sex and wine, only to find that their clothes are gone. Ranting and raving they start throwing around accusations about theft. Chasing a big-busted alien whore down a corridor, one of the naked cultists stumble into the body of an angry Gork.

"Let go of me, you fucking brute!" The cultist yells as he kicks and writhes trying to escape Gork. Furious to have been overpowered by a goblin Gork lifts the cultist up and carries him out into the alley before hurling him into a trash bin. "Heueueeu" Gork laughs as he walks back in, some of his wounded pride restored.

You now need a place to crash for the night.

A. Go back and sleep in your ship. (Will require you to walk through some pretty bad alleys.)

B. Find a seedy motel to sleep in. (Might cost you some credits.)

C. Dress up as cultists and try to charm your way into one of their religious hostels. (Will require some decent acting.)

Laughing at the thought of the now naked cultists the three of you head back the way you came. Or did you? Every alleyway looks the same and it's hard to orient yourself in the encroaching darkness. Soon enough the only light is the weak shine from the two moons on the sky. You start get worried. None of the surrounding buildings seem familiar at all. If you don't make it back to your ship soon there might be trouble.

There's a faint hint of light up ahead, and when you round a corner you find yourself standing at the entrance of a dilapidated square. Broken streetlights with groups of young thugs standing under them smoking and talking makes you be on your guard. At the end of the square there's a run-down building with a broken neon heart outside of it. The old and withered whores walking in and out tells you that this is a love motel. Not a good place to stay the night, but better than anything.

Walking through the square you keep your hand on your blaster. The young men eyes you, some of the whistling after you or Erica. Only Gallywix doesn't seem bothered. "What's the matter with you?" You mutter through pursed lips as you walk forward. "Is no different than back home. Humans are just like dem lizard dogs. Brave in packs, but cowardly alone. Look tough and they'll hesitate to go for you." The little tidbit of goblin advice doesn't calm you one bit, especially since some of the men have started walking after you towards the motel.

When you come up to the entrance the whores just stare at your lean body. In comparison to them you're sex goddess descended from the heavens. "She must be for the boss." One of them whispers at points at you. "And that nasty little thing must be her pimp." Her friend replies and they laugh. It's a hoarse laugh, bereft of any real joy and full of malice.

You push past them without a word and enter the building. The lobby is lined with soiled red carpets and a broken chandelier swing from the roof. You get the sense that this place once might have been nice and important. The red-skinned alien behind the counter eyes you frowning. He's taller than both you, with bulging muscles and a pair of slithering tentacles protruding from his back. The humanoid/tentacle hybrid stares as you approach him.

"Hi uhm. Do you have any rooms available?" You say, trying to keep your voice normal.

"For three?" He says, looking over your shoulder at Erica and Gallywix.

"No uhm, separate ones." He gives you a crooked smile and one of his many tentacles hovers up close to your face.

"Room 69." He says, handing you a key.

Several hours later, in the middle of the night you're roughly woken up by a flash of light. You squint against the bright light and tries to sit up by you're restrained. A hand comes over your mouth and the face of the red humanoid/tentacle hybrid comes into your blurred vision. "Don't scream." He says, placing a finger over his lips.

You look past him and see that there's at least a dozen aliens in the room with you. They're all naked and there's a ton of cameras around.

"She ready to begin filming?" A deep voice says.

You are, in deep shit.

Give me a 70+ strength roll to see if you manage to break loose.

The red humanoid turns around to answer the deep voice, and you see your chance to escape. With a hard pull you manage to break the fluffy bondage-handcuffs that tied you down to the bed. Without hesitation you swing at the humanoid and you manage to perform a clean uppercut sending him flying through the room. He knocks over two of the naked aliens and they wrestle for a bit all trying to get back up on their feet. Meanwhile you manage to get back up.

The man with the deep voice yells out for his minions to restrain you and berates them for their incompetence. "How can you be so useless!? Get her, she's just one girl!" The commotion has woken up Gallywix and Erica and they both come storming into the room. Erica jumps atop the men on the floor and restrains them with her gooey body while Gallywix blasts away with his weapon. "Thank god you're here!" You call out as you dodge a fist from one of the naked men.

"Anytime bosslady!" Gallywix cries out as he kicks on of the cultists between the legs. You dodge another attack and swing around, knocking one of the aliens unconscious as your voluptuous breasts jiggle freely. Suddenly someone grabs you from behind, cupping your breasts in his hands and letting his slithering tentacles play against your skin. "Eiiik!" You shriek as the wet sensation tickles your skin.

Choices for Hera.

A. Focus on breaking free from the man restraining you.

B. Call for Erica to help you.

C. Ask Gallywix to shoot your attacker.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 40%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Psych blaster 100%

Exposed breasts

Black thong

1050 credits

Horde of Rapists

HP 8/12

The humanoid's eager hands on your body sends a shiver down your spine. You haven't really recovered from your earlier encounter with Gork and the man's hands brings you back to that feeling of powerlessness. You can hear his heavy breath against your cheek and feel the wet tentacles slither against your skin and something inside of you gets furious. You'll be damned if you're going to let these fucking perverts molest you any longer.

Smashing backwards your elbow hits him in the side, causing him to stagger and groan as he falls over. You just managed to free yourself in time before another alien gets to you. He rushes forward and you can to your horror see that he's already hard. "He's fucking into this!?" You think as you deliver a kick that sends him flying.

Over in the corner you can see that Erica uses her gooey texture of her body to restrain the men. Her blue body is somewhat loose and their cocks seem to have sunk into her. She doesn't seem too mind all that much and titters like a schoolgirl as she moves about, causing them to moan loudly from the pleasure only a slimegirl can bring.

At the same time Gallywix blasts away, hitting several men. Only the large man with the deep voice remains. He's a pudgy fellow and to your shock you can see he's dressed in the attire of the COTES-cult. You snatch a t-shirt from a chair and cover yourself before walking up to the man and pressing him up against the wall. "Who the fuck are you and what the fuck do you want!?"

"The man appears calm and doesn't even try to struggle against you as he answers. "I'm Dexter Samson, right hand of the prophet himself and I run there whore's in this hotel. I thought that if we got you fucking a whole bunch on men on camera you'd relent in this stupid quest to rescue the phoenix."

You're speechless at the man's words. He can see the confusion in your face and continues. "Listen. I work for the prophet because it benefits me. I get access to a lot of money and fanatic women, and he gets the problem solver every cult leader needs. But I'm tired of being number two. Let's work out a deal. I'll help you get to the phoenix if you take out the prophet for me. You can of course just hand me over to the authorities, but then I won't be able to help you," Dexter smiles, his fat little eyes glittering as he's convinced you won't say no.

A. Hand Dexter over to the planet's marshall.

B. Interrogate him to find out what he knows and bind him in the hotel to prevent him from telling the prophet.

C. Accept his deal, you're here too get the girl after all.

D. Players suggest.

I'll break here for tonight. I'm going to look to finish up the contract tomorrow!

You keep Dexter pinned against the wall for a little while as you pant and contemplate what you're going to do next. Letting go of the collar of his robe you take a step back. Erica hands you a bundle with your tight blue overall and a bra. You start dressing as you explain a few things to Dexter. "Just because we don't disintegrate you here and now doesn't me that we won't. If you as much as put a toe out of line I'll…what the fuck are you looking it?"

You catch Dexter staring at your exposed breasts and turn around as you manage to get the clasp of your bra in place. The pudgy man has a revolting smirk on his face and smiles at you with condescension dripping from his voice, "don't worry sweet-pea. I've seen it all before. Maybe when this is all through I could help you find religion?" He says. Furious you are just about to respond with a slap on his face when he sinks to his knees groaning. As you look over his shoulder you see Gallywix standing behind him.

The goblin grabs Dexter's cheek and pinches it hard as he talks down to him. "Now whadya' think 'bout that boss? Piggie sure has a pair of sensitive balls hehehe."

A little while later you have stripped the cultists of their uniforms and the three of you have dressed up as members of the cult. Following Dexter closely you make your way out of the derelict motel and the whole bunch of you cram into the waiting white limousine that belongs to Dexter. "Wow! You cult-people sure knows how to be humble," Erica remarks with a cold voice as she runs her hand along the luxurious interior. "Don't touch that please." Dexter quickly says. "Why not?" Erica looks at him frowning. "I don't want to get slime all over my car…"

You give Dexter's shoulder a light punch. "You're a fucking asshole, you know that?"

"Ouch!" He whines and rubs the spot on his shoulder where you hit him.

When you arrive at the small stadium where the mass meeting is held you can hear the eager voices of hundreds of people that has come to watch the rumored Phoenix talk. The limo drives around the back of the stadium on Dexter's orders and park just outside of a rusty old door. "We should wait a bit. I don't want anyone seeing us. No reason to cause a commotion." Dexter says as he peeks out of the tinted windows of the car.

Give me a 60+ luck roll to see if you're spotted sneaking into the stadium.

I'm sorry that I haven't been able to update before now. Sometime life doesn't allow for much fun.

>>22435

The three of you and Dexter wait patiently in the car for almost fifteen minutes. Gallywix starts getting irritated and picks up a cigar which he lights to the dismay of Dexter and his driver. After coughing for a few times and being ignored by the goblin Dexter purses his lips and decides to ignore it.

A large group of armed cultists walks past the car, but instead of waiting for the to pass Dexter opens the door and howls, "brothers and sisters! Help me! I'm being held by the enemies of the prophet!" A few moments later the car is surrounded and at least a dozen blasters are pointed at you.

You have no choice but to leave the car with your hands over your heads. The leader of the armed patrol has his guards frisk you and they take away your weapons. They're good at what they're doing, and even a small pocketknife that Gallywix had hidden down his boot is found and taken away.

"Take them away for questioning." Dexter orders, and the guardsmen pull black bags over your heads and drag you away.

When you come about you can hear the dripping of some rusty old pipe against a stone floor. It's dark and damp, the only proper source of light a flickering torch on the wall. Looks like you're in some kind of dungeon.

A) Start exploring your cell

B) Be absolutely still and pretend to be passed out, you don't know who else is in here

C) Yell and howl angrily

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 0%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Psych blaster 100%

Black bra

Black thong

Tight blue overall

Muddy combat boots

1050 credits

>>22457

Getting up on your feet you look around in the dark cell. Old and rusted iron bars hold you in place, and the door to the cell is locked with a thick padlock. Perhaps if you could find something small and sharp you could pick the lock.

Luckily your cell is empty. You're not sure how well you'd take to being locked up with some alien at the moment. Looking down the dark corridor you can see two cells. In one of them an old and weary man is sitting eating the meat off of a cooked chicken, and in the other there's a young woman who's sitting in the corner of her cell. She got her legs pulled up and her head buried between her legs.

Upon closer inspection you see that it's a human. The torchlight flickers over her and you see that she has a pair of small horns and skin tinted blue.

What do you want to do?

A. Talk to the bluish alien girl.

B. Talk to the old man.

C. Attempt to kick the rusty bars of the cell down, perhaps you'll get lucky.

>>22466

Leaning against the bars you look at the old man for a little while. He notices that you're looking at him and he winces and starts crawling backwards. Hugging the chicken tight against his chest he shows off his crooked old teeth and hisses at you. "It's my chicken. My chicken I tell you! You're not getting it. None of you are! Aghahahaha" The crazed old loony starts ripping chunks of meat from the chicken again and seems to forget all about you.

Speaking with a soft voice you show your palms to the man in an attempt to calm him down. "Relax grandpa. I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want your chicken, alright? I just want to talk to you." The bearded old man peeks over at you before he breaks off a bone with some chicken slabs on it and throws it over. You manage to catch the thing and stare back at him. "Uhm, thanks?"

"RATS! RATS IN THE WALLS!" He howls before starting to slobber all over his dirty food again. If this is what this place does to people, then you want out. Peeling off the fetid meat from the bone you manage to break off a piece that's strong enough for you to try in the lock. To your surprise the old padlock clicks and your cell door swing open. The alien girl in the cell next to you looks up and gets to her legs.

You can see that she's dressed in the same kind of uniform as the other cultists. That she's young has curves in all the right places. "Please, please help me out here. I'll do whatever just don't leave me in here!"

A. Attempt to help the girl

B. Run away, you can come back for her later

C. Just bail, you don't have time to be a hero

The young blueskinned girl hastily runs up to the bars and grab them with both hands. An audible rustle comes from her small horns when they touch the old metal. "I can't take another moment of this. That old man is driving me insane, and I'm not about to give in. Just please don't leave me here!"

A faint voice can be heard somewhere in the distance. "Sssh!" You hush the girl as you turn your attention towards the dungeon door. You can hear several people outside, talking and laughing. Soon enough their voices die down and you turn back to the girl. "Close call."

She nods and keeps her voice down as she introduces herself, "I'm Amina. They told me that I'd be cared for, that all my questions would be answered… but I refuse having sex with that old conman they call the prophet!" As she talks you're working with the lock and soon enough the door swings open, and a relieved Amina flings herself around your neck. Her voluptuous breasts press against your chest through her ragged robes and she starts to sob.

"I think I'd never get out of here…" She cries, and you can feel her chin dig into your shoulder. "There there, relax… you're safe now." You comfort her, gently stroking her long dark hair. "Listen to me Amina. We need to find my friends, they might be in big trouble," you say as you pull her back and look into her green eyes. She swallows hard and nods. "I'll help you."

Moments later you're out in the corridor and have snatched up a torch. The flickering light guides you through winding corridors lined with locked doors. "Shit. They could be in any one of these," you sigh. Amina is just behind you, and she lightly taps your shoulder and points down an adjacent corridor. Three men are sitting around a small table and playing cards.

"They little green devil nearly bit my fucking finger off," one of them says and throws down a couple of cards hard at the table. The others just laugh at him. "That slimegirl though… holy fuck she's hot. Perhaps later the prophet will have her on temple-duty and we can go pay her a visit?" "I'd prefer that snarky blonde that lead them…"

A. Keep listening in the hopes of discovering where your friends are.

B. Try to sneak past them and make and look for something to arm yourself with.

C. Confront them, rambo style.

You and Amina crouch behind a corner and listen in on the guards conversation. "Ay, Gustavo. Where did you put those fuckers anyways?" One of the voices ask. The man called Gustavo clears his throat and takes a sip of beer before throwing some of his cards on the table. "The slimey one and the green one I put in number seven. Soon enough I'll cut the dick of that miserable little green fucker. But now, I need a fucking piss," he crudely says and pushes back his chair, standing up.

When Gustavo walks past you Amina makes a frightened squeal but you're just quick enough to muffle it by putting your hand over her face. The drunk Gustavo just walks past and doesn't seem to notice anything in his inebriated state. Pointing after him you usher Amina forward through the shadows following Gustavo.

After a little while you're at cell number seven which Gustavo unlocks and walks into. You sneak after him, careful not to make too much noise. To your shock you can see Erica sitting in large pool of water with a bunch of bars overhead locking her in. Apparently it's some kind of torture instrument but to a slimegirl sitting in water for a long period of time is just relaxing.

The man called Gustavo walks up to the edge of the bars and pulls his dick out. "Hey, slimebitch!" He calls out as the rattles the bars. "Come suck my dick and I might now piss in your water. Is that a deal?" Erica doesn't see you, but you can see that her cheeks come alight with an angry red as she looks to the side ignoring the guard.

"Suit yourself then." Gustavo says and sticks his dick in between the bars. "Last chance sweet peas!"

Loud swearing fills the room and when you look up you can see Gallywix in a cage that's swinging from the top of the roof. "Be quiet you little green monkey. The adults are talking," Gustavo laughs as he starts stroking himself.

A. Sneak up behind him and knock him out.

B. Rush him and force him up against the bars, let Erica takes her revenge.

C. Try to snatch his blaster. He'll be more cooperative at gunpoint.

Being the confirmed romantic he is, Gustavo makes obscene gestures at Erica. He holds two fingers up as a v-sign and shakes his face and tongue between them as he continues to stroke himself. "C'mone you bitchy slime cunt, give papa Gustavo some love," he hoots not noticing you and Amina sneaking up behind him.

"How about you kiss my boot?" You exclaim, and when Gustavo jumps and spins around you deliver a roundhouse kick to his face sending him flying back into the bars. There's an audible thud when the large man crashes into the rusty metal and sinks down to the floor.

"That's it boos! I knew you'd fuck him up good!" Gallywix yells as he's swinging around in his cage, roaring with laughter at the sight of the incapacitated Gustavo. Erica leans her head to the side and sighs, "it's not his fault Gally' dear. Being a member of this perverted cult will warp the mind of anyone. That being said. I think Gustavo needs some love." With those words she creeps up to the bars and lets her slimey arms pass through it, shifting their density and shape easily.

"You were never in any real danger were you?" You ask Erica, shaking your head as you watch her embrace the unconscious guard from behind. When he feels the wet and cold texture of Erica's gooey body he wakes up, but before he can scream she has reformed her hand into a tentacle and shows it into Gustavo's mouth. "You go ahead Erica nods to the rest of you. I've gone a bone to pick with our friend here," she purrs as she pulls him closer to the bars.

"MMMMGHN HMMMH!??!" Gustavo tries to scream but his voice is muffled by the slime filling his mouth and holding him back.

A little while later you've exited the cell with Gallywix and Amina and contemplate your next move.

A. Search for your equipment (You might encounter patrols along the way)

B. Go back to the guards and rush them. Their weapons will come in handy as you take your revenge on Dexter for betraying you.

C. Have Amina pose as a cult member and trick the guards.

The three of you walk along the damp and dark corridor for a while until you find a room labeled "Prisoner Goods Storage" and you're just about to enter when you hear footsteps behind you. Quickly dodging into a side-corridor you crouch and wait for the patrol to pass. Just when you think you're in the clear Erica shows up from behind and loudly says, "I was wondering where you guys went!". You spin around and try to hush her up, noticing that there's a small patch of cum on her chin, but it's too late.

Three guards armed with batons charge you. Their long cultist robes wave around as they attack. One of them swats down with his baton and hits Gallywix square in the head making him stagger. The goblin however is quick and darts between the man's legs and crawls up his back, biting his ear. Amina lets out a loud cry of fear and hides behind you, distracting you from the fight. When you turn around you see that the other two cultists have grabbed a hold of Erica, one of them keeping her arms back while the other gropes her breasts.

A. Charge the guard attacking Gallywix

B. Attack the ones that are molesting Erica

C. Slap Amina over the face and tell her to contribute.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 0%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Black bra

Black thong

Tight blue overall

Muddy combat boots

1050 credits

Guard Patrol

4x3 HP

Batons

Cult Robes

Torches

Leaving Amina behind you charge the guard attacking Gallywix. Normally rushing an armed man head on is not a great idea but the poor cultist is busy trying to get Gallywix off of him. Pulling the guards hair he dodges two hits with the baton but a third one gets him and he falls to the floor. When the guard regains his composure and triumphantly walks up and stands over Gallywix you come in from behind, kicking him in the nuts and sending him whimpering down onto the ground.

Meanwhile the two guards continue their assault on Erica. The one behind her has reached around and forced his hands in under her torn blouse, kneading and squeezing her ample breasts. Seeing the outline of his fingers digging into Erica's gooey bosom you find yourself silently wishing that she'd not always make them so large. The other guard has forced his baton down her pants and rubs it along her slick sex, causing her to moan and writhe with unwanted pleasure.

"Mmmh, aaah fuck~" Erica moans. "Fucking slimegirls are easy. You're a bunch of sluts aren't you?" The guard to her front mocks her. "No… I oooh god~ Yes!" Erica whimpers and you can see her body becoming weaker.

Gallywix is sitting leaned up against the wall and rubbing his head, and won't be of much more help for a little while. Amina is watching the two guards molesting Erica with her hands before her open mouth.

"My… my balls…" The man on the ground whines as he's writhing in pain.

A. Kick the man again and take him out of combat, also yell for Amina to help.

B. Help Erica

C. Take the baton from the whimpering guard.

"Give me that you prick," you growl at the guard on the floor and snatch up his baton. Behind you the two guards are full at work on Erica, kneading and caressing and rubbing her gooey skin. You can hear how her breath starts quickening and when you spin around you can see that the guard on her front has pressed his mouth against her neck and slobbers all over it.

"G-get off me… mmmhm~" Erica moans as he suckles on her neck and she's sandwiched between the two men. "Get you off? Sure thing princess!" The guard laughs and forces his baton into her, easily parting the gooey, wet lips of her vulva. Erica's body shifts into a pink hue and she wraps her arms around the neck of the man in front of her. "Aaaahmy GOD fuuuck me!" Erica cries out and starts spasming as the guard flicks a switch on the baton and the lowest level electricity starts rippling through Erica.

"Oooh aaagh mmmgh~" Erica moans as she's writhing between the two men.

"MOTHERFUCKERS!" You howl out in rage as you slam the closest guard in the back of the head.

*THUD*

The guard falls down on his back with Erica on top of him and the second guard on top of her.

"YOU LET GO OF HER!" You yell at the man that's on top of her, but he's completely into it. Grunting like an animal as he presses himself up to Erica and keeps fondling her. Suddenly the blue-skinned Amina walks up to you. You notice that she's holding a small golden trinket and has a very determined look.

"I can help. My people use the power of emotion to channel our magic. I could help us locate the exit and perhaps even the prophet but… it would need… charging…"

Staring at her with an open mouth you try to make sense of what she's suggesting.

A. Go along with Amina's suggestion, but take charge yourself.

B. Go along with Amina's suggestion, but tell her that she's responsible for the charging of whatever magic.

C. Decline, you're not going to let these fucking cultists get off even if it might be a good thing.

D. Decline, if she wants to charge her magic you got a perfectly nice goblin to practice on.

Frowning you look from Amina's begging face to Erica's quivering body. The sandwiched slimegirl's blouse is roughly pulled up and her jiggly breasts pop out before the cultist behind her forces her down. Her voluptuous gooey breasts press hard against the semi-conscious guard in the floor whose eyes are half open and who mumbles something incoherent. The buzzing baton inside of Erica tickles and stimulates her insides, and you can see how Erica's toes curl up in response to the electric stimulation of her precious place.

"Alright." You mutter and look to away from the spectacle, your cheeks turning red from Erica's trembling moans. Amina nods at you and hold her hands forward. Small and almost invisible waves of purple air seems to be streaming from the writhing couple on the ground into the trinket which starts hover in the air. Reciting a prayer in some language you can't understand Amina lifts her head up against the ceiling, grabs the edges of her robes and pulls them up.

Your mouth falls open when you see that the young curvy alien is naked under her robes. A pair of dark blue nipples adorn her round breasts and a small string of black hair crown her mound. Walking forward she attempts to take your hand but you slap hers away. "If you're going to do some crazy magic just get it over with," you pout. "It won't be long, I promise," Amina responds with a smile.

Touching the forehead of the guard on the ground she whispers something and it's as if she gave him an electric shock. His body twitches and his mouth flings open, drawing fast beep breaths. As if overcome with madness the man immediately starts fumbling with his pants while burying his face between Erica's breasts.

"Eiiiik~ Oh god! Fuuuuck!~" Erica cries out as the guardsman's mouth finds her nipple. His cock soon pops out of his pants and she grabs the base of it, his veined fleshy rod quivering at her touch, looking as if it's about to burst. From behind the other guard has cast his pants off and a revealed a sizeable erection which he aligns with Erica's butt. He attempts to push himself in but it's so tight he can barely get an inch inside. The tip of his cock is visible through Erica's translucent body and you find yourself staring at it, a strange tingling sensation filling you.

"I thought I told you that you were responsible…" you say to Amina, holding your arm with one hand and staring down at the floor blushing. "I'll do my part. But she looked like she was enjoying herself," Amina purrs as she approaches the guard on the floor.

"Oh no you don't!" Gallywix exclaims angrily and gets on his feet. He's still groggy from the blow he took earlier but he does a valiant effort to muster as much strength as possible. "You know how much trouble I had with that motherfucker!? And you're going to fuck him!?" His chest is heaving and he's panting, his little green face red with anger as he points at the blue-skinned girl. "You should suck my dick as a thanks for getting you out of this hellhole!" He yells at her.

She looks down at him with a crooked smile and pity in her eyes as she responds. "I'm not sure you'd be able to produce the energy needed…" she says. "Besides. I don't go for short guys."

"THAT'S IT, RAAAWAWR!" Gallywix lunges at Amina, grabbing her ass with both hands as he buries his face between her legs. Amina's first reaction is to try and pull him away, but her fingers tremble as they run over his head and she tenses up.

"W-what are you doing… stupid goblin…" She whimpers, her breath hitching and back arching slightly as Gallywix's tongue finds her core. Greedily lapping at it, Gallywix taste's her, kissing and exploring her center. Parting her lower lips with two fingers the goblin delves his tongue inside her fleshy pink which causes amina to shudder and grab him harder, but this time she's pressing him on.

"Aaah GOD, MMMH S-stop that you insolent ooOOOH creature~"

Give me a roll to see how much sexual energy is produced.

Amina leans her head back as she moans. Gallywix's agile tongue flicks over her precious insides and the goblin eagerly tastes her emerging wetness. "Aaaah yes~" Amina mewls as Gallywix forces a slender green finger inside of her, shifting the focus of his tongue and lips to her little nub. The blue alien's lithe body trembles with passion as her forceful green lover forces his fingers inside her and bends it slightly upwards, wiggling around and searching for her special spot.

"What's the matter goat-girl? Getting excited?" Gallywix taunts Amina as he flicks his tongue over her pleasure-button. "I'd never… not with a goblin… aaah mmmhm~" At the same time Gallywix is stroking his cock, the green phallus rising up to stand at attention as he feels her warm insides around his finger. "You dumb broad. A goblin can't give you enough huh? We'll see about that!" His thrusts another finger inside of her and roughly fingerbangs her at an ever increasing pace as he kneads her jiggly butt with one hand.

Amina bites her lip and just when it looks like she's about to succumb to her green lover he pulls his fingers out and pulls back. "N-no please, DON'T STOP OH GOD!" Amina cries out as she sinks to her knees, her entire body trembling with denied pleasure. Grabbing one of her horns Gallywix holds the weakened alien girl steady as he pumps his cock just in front of her face. "Aaargh fuck, here I come goat girl!" He groans as his veiny goblin-cock begins to pulsate and shooting out bursts of cum onto Amina's face.

The hot cum slowly trickles down her face. There's something about the silly smile, that blue skin and Gallywix commanding presence that makes something inside of you stir. A part of you wishes that you could take her place and you can feel yourself get wet. A small dose of sexual energy rises up from the goblin and reaches the golden trinket. Amina whimpers, quietly begging Gallywix to let her cum but he just shakes his head with a gleeful smile.

At the same time the guard behind Erica has managed to enter her, his slender body ramming against hers. The feeling of her impossibly tight and wet body makes the cultist grunt and force himself deeper into her behind. As he pounds into her the smacking sound of his groin hitting her plump and jiggly ass fills the corridor and mixes with Erica's delirious moaning.

You can see how the slimegirl pumps the guard in front of her. Her translucent hand enabling you to see how his quick squirms in her strong grip as she jerks the shaft hard. "Aaah my fucking goooood!" He groans and sinks back, letting a torrent of semen splash up over Erica's bouncing tits. Feeling the hot seed on her skin Erica breaks down and orgasms, the contractions causing her ass to wrap itself hard around the second cultist's cock and forcing him to cum.

"I'm cuuuuming! Aaaah~ <3!" Erica cries out as her insides is flooded with cum. A modest amount of sexual energy flows from the three on the floor and enters the golden trinket.

"That should probably be enough for us to find our way to the prophet," Gallywix says with a delighted smile as he looks down on the quivering Amina on the floor. She's touching herself, whimpering for Gallywix. He reaches down and pats her head like if she was a cat. "There, there. Goatbitches gets what they deserve in time."

You can feel Gallywix's words affect you, and you find yourself gently caressing the wet patch between your legs. He looks around and you quickly smack him over the head. "BAKA! You should have let her cum, for more energy!"

"Sorry boss…" He says, the wide smile on his face telling you that he's not sorry at all.

A. Take Amina with you as you go to face the prophet and rescue the girl.

B. Take her out of the jail and dump her. She's more trouble than she's worth.

C. Let her stick around for a little while. Maybe we can just give her a ride offworld when we're finished with the contract.

(Having Amina around has both perks and drawbacks. Her eagerness to handle combat with sex can sometimes result in you overcoming harder bosses with magic, but if she fails to channel it she might prove to be a liability.)

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 30%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band

Hyper Density Cillia

Psuch Blaster 100%

Black bra

Black thong

Tight blue overall

Muddy combat boots

1050 credits

I'm signing off for the night now. I'm glad we did see some action today, last times we played I didn't have too much time and we didn't really see any action. For some reason the fucking server discarded my post. So here it is, an hour late.

Deciding to take the girl with you, Gallywix shoves other orgasm-stunned guard off of Erica, the ditzy slime girl easily regaining her feet, cum floating inside her in thick ropes. Exiting through a nearby door, your next companion quickly leads through winding halls, past guards that due to great timing, do not see you. The general luxury of the compound increases as you continue, ending in a huge pair of golden doors, easily a King's ransom each.

The four of you push and the door swing open. Striding in confidently, you sweep your arm out to point, to tell them to let her go, some proclamation of triumph.

In the center of the room, is a busted golden cage, and all around are the slumped forms of guards, with the prophet it the center. Pinned to his unconscious form is a note:

"Looks like I got here first. Girl is with me, better luck next time, sis.

-Athena. "

You stare slack jawed. As far as you know, you do not have a sister, your family is thousands of light years away. Eventually, Erica walks over, reads the note, and closes your mouth. After a long while of cursing, and making another quiet escape, the four of you stand outside of your ship. Gallywix says a short goodbye to his enthralled cultist, and you leave her back on the planet as the group of you ascend and fly back into the blackness of space.

After several hours of flying, you engage the autopilot and push the seat back, dropping your head to your hands. Your head hurts, the combination of having such a hard contract go south, and the puzzle of who could have infiltrated, and then conquered the inner sanctum of the cult have your head spinning. Sighing helplessly, you pull the mag-clasp from your hair and letting the golden yellow strands hang down, the first time you've allowed it in some time. You begin popping the joints of your fingers with a metallic "THONK".

It's time for a change, you decide. Tapping a button on the console, you bring up a map of the nearby super clusters and galaxies.

Where to:

Cen-Saridan super cluster- A group of environmentally unstable planets filled with pirates and strange beings. A red sun grants little light to the strange life forms that dwell here. Will feature less ethnically agreeable contracts

Tantatatorum super cluster- A lush green set of planets inhabited by sentient trees and psychic stones. Will feature low tech and more traditional enemies.

Mai Gai Dark Cluster- A group of high tech planets ruled by a set of unyielding laws dating thousands of years back. Will feature ethical gray area quests

Sarnok teeth Nebulae- A group of mostly unexplored gas giants, no telling what you may find here. This system will consist of mostly exploration, with randomized loot/enemies.

Anon suggestions also welcome

As you decide to head out and explore AI 8, Erica sashays in with her normal bouncy brightness.

"Hey Hera, so we were a little strapped for new funding, but still had plenty leftover from the wankerville contract, and have kind of a mixed bag of new research, take a look." She says, handing you an electronic pad showing the various schematics.

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Total funds: $800

Pheromone cloud- roll 60+ to gain control of a tense situation through seduction. 600 credits

Electric alloy mesh- Allows for an electric shock during restraint, roll 35+ for it to work. 250 credits

Mimetic Skin - You’re able to change the color and pattern of your skin, gives 20+ to stealth rolls. 800 credits

Neural dampening- You cannot suffer the effects of mind control, and stun those who attempt.1000 credits

Plasma Lasso- An underhand launcher for grappling, tying and trapping. Cannot be cut by a knife, but can be disrupted in a number of ways. 500 credits

Emergency jet boots- special stabilized boots for escaping very dangerous situations. One charge per mission. 300 credits

Sonar hearing- being blindfolded or in pitch blackness has no effect on navigation or escape abilities, but still applies negative to combat due to lack of depth perception. Allows detection of cloaked enemies. 400 credits

The bounty hunter’s guide to the galaxy - Passing a minor roll the players will receive an extra bit of information about the target creature 200 credits

Adhesive Toe and finger pads- Significant increase in grip strength, enough to stay stationary on vertical surfaces for a time, but unable to climb without genetic reinforcement. Makes letting go of objects more difficult. 600 credits

Hyperbolic Immune system- Your body quickly processes poisons, drugs and toxins, excreting them as protective oil on your skin. Significantly reduced effect from substances listed. Not fun at dance parties. 1000 credits

Genetic absorption drive- Allows the absorption of defeated enemies DNA, allowing slight mutations for sexual or skill advantages. Can un-transform at will. 1500 credits

Antimatter core necklace- forged in the center of a black star, this crystal contained a neutralized form of antimatter. When used it will atomize any enemies engaging you, it will also atomize your clothes and equipment. One use per mission.

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"These are great Erica, while I'm looking over them can you tell Gallywix to get Manny saddled up, I'm going to need his help with this." You say as you flip through the choices.

"Yeah.. I will. Boss, you know that I am useful for things outside the lab right?" She says, a slightly sad look in her eyes.

"Of course Erica, I mean you took out like, four guards on the last contract, you're like a gangbang queen." You say earnestly, rather taken aback by her show of anything but her normal bouncy brightness.

"I mean for things other than that. Not to say I can't handle myself in a hot and heavy situation, but I can support you from the ship if you ever want the help, okay?" She says is gently, as if the words might sting the both of you if spoken too loudly. You begin to stumble words out, but eventually just nod and give her a sweet smile. She leaves for the lab as you swipe left and right, looking at the possible body modifications.

You fondly grab your standard affair, a sturdy pair of pants with several large pockets, a short sleeve shirt, and your iconic brown leather overcoat. The well taken care of artifact is truly a relic in this age, and still fits like a glove. Hugging close to the ribs of your hourglass figure, it accentuates your good features, while always managing to billow out to the side like those sheriffs in long forgotten Terran legends. You grab your holster and gun from the top of the locker, checking the charge on the battery before sliding it home and buttoning a single button on your overcoat.

You finish dressing and head back to the cockpit to decide where to land.

Where to land:

A.) Near an opening to some underground tunnels, going God knows where

B.) There seem to be some ruins to the east, let's see if anything is let in them

C.) There is a warm shallow sea to the north, I can follow its shoreline and have a good view of anything trying to sneak up.

You decide to descend further, to see what riches the tunnels have to offer. As you head downward, your eyes begin adjusting to the darkness. As you round a bend, you walk into a wall. Confused by the strange texture, you rap on the rough surface, testing to see if you might break through. The rocky surface is like that of cobblestone, but warm, perhaps volcanic? You continue to feel if there is a way around. Your hands roam, you find a crevice, and begin to shimmy through, when an outcropping of rock bulges out weirdly, dropping a huge back you feel something..cylindrical? As you run a hand down it ends in a rounded tip. With horror you realise…

The wall breathes.

As you fall back in a panic, the thermal sensor in your replacement eye kicks on, and you see the huge red outline of a beast large enough to fill the tunnel. The hard rocky scales heave up and down, and a terrible cyclopean menace begins to turn. You quickly duck back behind the curve, barely able to breathe. You freeze, completely transfixed with fear. You were pressed… against…oh God it was huge…

The beast begins sniffing

I need a 40+ courage roll to be able to move this turn.

(6 Rolled, epic fail. 89 stealth roll, epic win)

After a few more sniffs, the creature opens it's mouth and stuffs the pile of clothing inside it, after a few loud grinding chews, it swallows. It turns disinterested and stumbles back down the tunnel until the foot steps dissipate. You stare in disbelief. It ate your clothes. Ate them. Here you lie, blended into the floor, naked, with nothing but a blaster. Panic starts to knaw at your mind, but another part of you silences it. You begin it steady your mind, thinking about your options as you bring the blaster out from behind you.

A.) Try to navigate back to the entrance and leave, this is a very risky situation.

B.) Stay here until you see or hear Gallywix and hope nothing finds you

C.) Let's continue on, we need to turn a profit here,it's been too long since we've resupplied

D.) Anon suggestions

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy bones)

Orgasm: 0%

Triple jointed

Tech integrated arm band (Malfunctioning)

Hyper Density Cillia

Mimetic Skin

Thermal Implant (Malfunctioning)

Naked

Psych blaster 100%

You decide to wait and see what it does. Holding your blaster as the ready, you bend your knees, ready to spring away if need be. The strange dinosaur hops backward, the little leap reminding you of a small bird. As it does, it's camouflage activates, and from the normal light spectrum, it disappears.

(Luck roll, rolled 55, pass)

Thankfully your thermal Implant is still functional, and the heat signature stands out a bright red in the cave chamber. You watch as it's neck pulls back, and leap to the side as it darts forward…

(Reaction roll, rolled 62, pass)

You leap out to the left, rolling over you shoulder and coming to your feet with the blaster up. There is a wad of black tar-like substance that wriggles, as if searching for something on the floor, it must have spit at you. The dinosaur stands still now, as if waiting for your counter. You notice that a flap of skin has opened on the front of the dinosaur, and a long angled cock now lays out like a big pink slug, oozing some liquid. You shiver a bit as you try to figure out whether to run or fight.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy Bones)

Naked

-Triple Jointed

-Tech integrated Armband

-Hyper Dense Cillia

-Mimetic Skin

Psych Blaster (5/5)

Hooded Dinosaur

HP 3/3

-Symbiotic Spit

-Unknown

-Mimetic Skin

What now:

A.) See if you can hide away from it with your camouflage.

B.) This is getting old. Let's blast this thing and move on, something might come along any second.

C.) Let's try to outrun it

D.) Well, I don't know what is at the end of that lip, but it's better than a dinosaur fucking, Geronimo!

E.) Spit back at it, and try to establish dominance.

F.) Anon suggestions

(Will rolled…. Failed)

You try to roll away. Well, you willed your body to, but it stood there, transfixed, as another wad of the tar-like substance lands heavily onto your stomach. It creeps us in thin runners up to the ovals in your breasts, expanding as it goes. The two systems join, and try entirety of your torso is now incased in the black muck, from bust line to hip.

Numbly, as if watching someone else, you begin to kneel. You are vaguely aware that the stone floor hurts your knees, but it doesn't seem important, only kneeling. As your hands touch the floor as well you are supposed to find them there, as if you lost the moments between being on your knees, and then one hands and knees. You blaster still loosely gripped as you look up as this your…master? Freind? Captor? Your mind cannot decide.The dinosaur takes a step forward, cocking it's head to one side, examining you.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy Bones)

Naked (Sybiote Shirt)

Orgasm 15%

-Triple Jointed

-Tech integrated Armband

-Hyper Dense Cillia

-Mimetic Skin

Psych Blaster (5/5)

Hooded Dinosaur

Orgasm 10%

HP 3/3

-Symbiotic Spit

-Mimetic Skin

I need a 30+ will roll to regain control.

Your will breaks. You're not sure if it is the stress, the strange heat, or something else, but your will to resist just fades away. You crawl to your new friend, taking the longest strides you can on your knees. In short order you find the dinosaur over you, it's dick hangs a bit behind it.

You look up at it as it looms over you, it's face turns down, and a torrent of the tar coats your face, running down your neck, joining the symbiote on your chest, it wraps around you, plunging down, down. It coats the walls of your pussy, and fills your ass, it slithers along your legs and sucks at your toes. Everything feels amazing, every inch it claims is blissful, in its pitch black beauty.

You plunge a now pitch black hand forward and grasp the thick cock of the dinosaur into your mouth, no longer desiring it, but needing, craving it. The salty taste is like communion, your body a temple. You find that the overly smooth texture of it's cock flesh allows you to slide your mouth all the way to it's slit. You are soon rigorously impaling your face you the dinosaur's beautiful dick.

You can see muscles contracting and know that release is near, you pull back, extending your tongue, and opening wide, after a few fear filled moments, the glorious flood begins. Spurt after spurt of anointed cum sprays your face, running into your open mouth, your swirl and savor it, refusing to close it as you mouth fills, the overflows. You feel the symbiote slide over your face as the thick shaft in your hand slackens, and like an instructor, you feel it forcing your mouth closed.

With a gulp you swallow all of the dinosaur's spent semen,the symbiote sliding down with it and releasing pleasure down every inch. Your mind begins to clear then.

"That…was gross, but also kind of awesome." You say, looking up at the now placid reptile. You release the dick in your hand and it sprints away into the dark. You look down and find that the symbiote has stuck to you like a wet suit, showing off in great detail both the outline of your nipples and a quite visible cameltoe. At least you aren't naked.

Your mind now cleared, you examine your choices.

Hera

HP 8/8 (Alloy Bones)

Naked (Sybiote Shirt)

Orgasm 60%

-Triple Jointed

-Tech integrated Armband (Malfunctioning)

-Hyper Dense Cillia

- Symbiote Suit

Psych Blaster (5/5)

What now:

A.) I think I could climb down the cliff, and really want to see what is in an abandoned city underground.

B.) Let's check for another route

C.) I have no idea what I've exposed myself to, I need to get to Erica ASAP

(Replacement of Mimetic Skin acquired! You have been coated with a living slime. This slime feeds off of orgasms, and can only go so long without them. As it grows hungry it will affect up to two if four choices, trying to lead you into a sexual situations. At the latest stages it will start affecting your rolls and taking more extreme measures to feed. It is not quite a parasite, as it grants not only a disguise when fully covering you but also will give bonuses to rolls against damage, protecting you from harm. You will still lose contracts due to failures it causes if a storyline point. You will als be locked out of certain upgrades while it is fused with you. It can be removed. You can thank the two epic fails in a row for the "burden".)

was this the inspiration for the scene.