/storytiem/ - Onyxdime's Storytiem

Megan is a low level researcher brought on to help with the development of the suit, but now that a prototype is done she may be called on to help with the other departments. Days will usually start with an e-mail check to see what needs assistance. Doing tasks for the scientists and succeeding will net bonuses and upgrades to the suit as well as items. It’s your choice whether or not you will bring the polymer suit with you on your jobs, doo be careful with it.

You will be playing the role of Megan in her escapades around the lab. I’m not entirely experienced at writing so I hope you bear with me. I’ll attempt to keep the description of action intense and fun, mostly because it’s what I specialize in. I warn you though, this will be chock full of monsters and a variety of creatures developed in the other wings of the lab. Luckily, Megan is in another department and that should keep her away from those wings… right? Your first option will be to choose what 2 skills you want to specialize in. Our adventure will begin once we have a background for our budding researcher.

SELECT 2, we may be able to acquire the rest and others at later points in the story.

A) Melee Training (Bonus to melee fighting and wrestling, includes melee weaponry)

B) Ranged Weapons Training (Bonus to aim and hitting more damaging spots, get a stun gun to be Zero Suit Samus)

C) Chemical Specialization (Bonus to resisting aphrodisiac and other chemical effects, as well as concocting your own mixtures)

D) Botany Specialization (Bonus to recognizing and dealing with plants, blaze it)

E) Xenobiology (Bonus to knowledge of monster abilities and weaknesses, Alien junk specialist.)

F) Improvised Weaponry (Bonus to finding weapons and creating them, Rambo style)

G) Tinkerer (Bonus to modifying existing inventory items)

>>26248

Forgot a sexy lab related image!

>>26248

C please.

What could go wrong?

You certainly wanted an excuse to take the jumpsuit with you on your tasks today. Catching an escaped experiment would certainly be reason to use it. Clicking on the e-mail from the genetics department, you read a more detailed description.

SUBJECT: Another escaped genetics experiment that needs to be caught. You will be provided with a weapon. Details upon arrival.

CONTENTS: We’ve had yet another escape due to incompetence of the feeding team. One of the giant spiders we created to produce webbing in higher quantities has broken out. This is a dangerous specimen, but do not be afraid. We will provide a stun-gun and stun-prod for a peaceful acquisition. Come to the genetics department and talk to my brother to get the things you need. Attached is an image of what happened to the feeder that opened the grate a little too much. One of the smaller specimens smashed it open and took advantage of her. That one was caught, but a larger organism is now loose. We ask that you bring some sort of protection as we would not like to be blamed for damages to human resources.

- Sabrina Portentio

-END MESSAGE-

Well, that seems easy enough you think to yourself. You open the attachment and it opens in full screen on your monitor. You avert your eyes for a moment before looking more intently at the assistant being stuffed by the arachnid. Your cheeks flush a little red as you imagine what it would feel like if it were you… You quickly close the message and put it away trying to empty your mind. You’ve needed a good fuck for a while now, and being cooped up in Materials hasn’t done you any good.

You push away from the chair blushing and turn to the sleek blue jumpsuit. Touching a few buttons and swiping your card makes the glass display case slide open. A mechanical arm moves it forward for you to grab. Walking over, you pull the bed down again and toss your clothes off once more before lifting up the nanomachine infused piece of clothing. Your fingers slide across the biological lock on the collar. The nanomachines are more than advanced enough to recognize your signature. Shifting and splitting, lines split the suit down the back in a five point pattern. Seams run down the back of the legs and arms, leaving a half empty shell consisting of only the front of the suit. You place your feet on top of the foot pads and the seams begin coming back together. Sliding up your body, and shaping itself to your skin. It hugs your thighs and wraps around your waist. Sliding your arms into the spaces, it closes once again and presses against your chest. Your back is the final place where the nanobots close up in place. The suit tightens and forms itself completely around you up to your neck. It’s not constricting, in fact it moves with you. For now the nanomachines don’t do anything special, but you know you’re protected from most damage while you wear it.

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff

Integrity: 100

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 2.0

Reputation 300/1000

That one chick who helped make a cool jumpsuit

Clothing:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Glasses

>>26259

>>26259

(cont'd)

You run your hands down your sleek body and slip on the belt with the fluid tank, a tube is automatically formed and attaches itself to the tank for you. The flush in your face has left, but looking in the mirror you remember why you love the suit so much. (Turned On: 0.5 gain in arousal, up to 2) Your nethers tingle as you strut out of the door in the sexy suit. Your belt has slots for other things, but for now it only contains the small blue tank with a digital 30 on it.

You leave the office/dorm area without meeting anyone. On the way past, a few of the materials scientists give a wolf whistle and call you out. You don’t care much, you’re enjoying it at this point. Your long legs carry you to a split in the hallways, and you take the path labeled genetics. Down a few flights of stairs, and across a few corridors you find yourself in front of Dr. Samuel Portentio’s office. Right next to it is Sabrina’s. They are twins working on genetics. Ironic. You knock on the door and let your eyes wander over the grain of the wall before he answers the door. He’s tall, a little more than six feet in fact. That added to the fact that he looks like he’s been sculpted by a god doesn’t help when you imagine him lifting you up and slamming you into a wall. You can’t help but think he probably has a cock to match. You stare straight forward into his large barrel chest before you realize what you’re doing and look up to him in the eyes. His cold grey irises dig into yours and he doesn’t seem like he cares much for the outfit. With a voice that could only come from longer vocal cords, he speaks. “I assume you’re here to go find the spider. Well, no need to come in. I’ve never seen you around before and the way you present yourself reeks of mediocrity. What are you even wearing?” You can tell he’s not taken a liking to you, how will you respond to him though?

A. Be flirty (Seduction, followed by distraction)

B. Try and intimidate him back (Difficult intimidate rolls)

C. Anon’s Choice fill in whatever you like. (Rolls will be determined if we choose this)

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff

Integrity: 100

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 2.0

Reputation 300/1000

That one chick who helped make a cool jumpsuit

Clothing:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Glasses

You smile and lift a finger, running it down his chest. You trace it along the contours of his labcoat, grinning and looking up at him. He raises an eyebrow, and you almost see a corner of his lip turn up into a smile… or maybe your eyes are just playing tricks. You put out your tongue and moisten your lips before putting on a little pout.

“I think I look good, don’t you?”

Accentuating the last syllable, you splay out your hand and grab the hem of his jeans.

(Rolling seduction: pass)

His eyes glaze down from yours and look over your jumpsuit with a softer gaze. He harrumphs and takes your hand off of his jeans. You can almost feel his pulse as he grabs your shoulder and silently pulls you into the office. Sitting down on the guest’s chair, he takes his place on the other side of his desk. His lips part once more, but the piercing tone of his eyes seem to have died down. Your little display of confidence has him placated, at least for now.

“Maybe I misjudged you. Thought the majority of the people who have showed up came woefully unprepared. That suit may look good on you, but is it really going to keep you safe? We specifically asked to bring protection..”

Man, does he look good when he’s talking.. Your hands squeeze your thighs as your mind wanders from what he’s saying and returns to what you had thought earlier about being pinned.. Your eyes wander until you realize he’s been staring at you silently for a moment.

“Oh uh! Yes, the, uh, suit!”

You wrap your train of thought back up and compose yourself before continuing.

“I worked over in the materials lab, under Dr. Rockafella. I helped him design the material for the suit. My name is Megan Cox.”

He stares at you a moment, and types a bit on his computer before reaching under his desk and opening a drawer. Pulling out a small stun-prod, as well as a compact paralyzer-gun, he sets both of them on the desk in front of you.

“Never heard of you, but Dr. Rockafella is a good man if not a little bit of a bore. Your file says you’ve taken a class on Xenobiology so that should help you identify the beast..”

Once again your mind flashes back to daydreaming. Your cheeks flush a bit red as you imagine Dr. Portentio’s muscled arms grabbing yours and crossing them behind your back before pushing you over onto your desk.

(Rolling Distraction: pass)

You once again pull yourself out of your hormone driven stupor and look back at Samuel, who is now demonstrating how to properly use and cool down the paralyzer. He looks up at you and you realize you’re biting your lip now.

“Have you been by hydroponics lately? You look like one of the Spitting Nettle got at you. If that’s the case, I’d recommend going and calming down before tackling a beast like the arachnid.”

You lick your lips and think of ways you can “calm down”.

(Rolling Spaghetti: Critical Success. Since we got a critical success, you guys get to choose what we do next and I make it happen. I retain veto power, yadda, yadda.)

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 2.0 (Squirming in your chair)

Reputation 300/1000

That one chick who helped make a cool jumpsuit

Clothing:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Glasses

>>26286

>>26287

>>26291

>>26294

So we've got four options, I'll throw them up onto a strawpoll and check back in a while. Whichever's in first gets written in.

http://strawpoll.me/4779474

(Carrying over critical success Spaghetti roll)

Taking a breath you cut right through his words by slamming your hands onto the table and leaning over closer to him. You stare over at his surprised face, with your own quite red from your blushing. Your confidence builds and you smile at him again, this time with an idea in your head.

“I’ve been cooped up so long, I don’t think I would be able to calm myself… I think I’m going to need a little bit of help if I’m going to be able to think clearly when I go after the big scary bug.”

He clears his throat and you can definitely see some pink rise in his cheeks now. He would never admit it, but he was also missing out on the touch of a woman. Under the desk his pants were already beginning to bulge. Taking the initiative during his silence, you stand up and walk around the right side of the desk towards him.

He stands and throws out an arm, grabbing you by the arm as you approach. “Now wait one moment, I can’t be…

(Rolling Domination: pass. Reputation+)

His eyes waver as he comes face to face with your powerful arousal, almost emanating from your body. The nanites tighten around your chest, almost as a response to prop your breasts up a little bit more. You push him back into the chair and he releases your arm. The suit responds further to your mood, propping you up on higher heels. These minor changes are normal according to pheromone emission from the body, but aren’t normally noticeable. You pout once again, pursing your lips slightly as you place your legs on either side of his.

“I promise you’ll enjoy it, then we can both get what we want afterwards!”

Sitting on his lap, your covered hands get to work on unbuttoning his pants and zipping them down. After that it was easy to reach in under his boxers to grab his hardening cock. He grunts and drops his hands to his sides. You pull it out through the front flaps to properly take a look at his member. It springs out from the folds of cloth and stands proud. It was everything you’d imagined, growing thicker as you pumped it up and down. With your right hand you stroke his meat, but with your left you grab the back of his head to pull him in for a kiss.

He almost protests for a moment before giving in and allowing you to mash your face into his. You spend no time before you slide your tongue past his lips. Your muscle presses down on his and asserts itself in his mouth. Down below, your hand tugs his cock until it’s fully erect. His throbbing man-meat bobs between your legs as you take your hand away. Reaching your right hand back around to your neck, you input a few custom commands on the collar control. You really do need to find a better way to control that. The order you had written in yourself for a bit of fun makes a seam slide right open in your crotch. Your dripping snatch, and the majority of your crotch are bared. Your fluids are leaking onto his pants now. Your right hand goes down and slides across your slit. You groan slightly as you finally indulge your Arousal.

He musters up some strength and pushes your face away. “If we’re going to do this, it’s going to be my way!” he exclaims as he tries to regain control. You ponder for a second:

A. Keep him down. He was an ass, and now you have him at your mercy. (Will require rolls, but will net more respect.)

B. Allow him to take control of the situation, at least for now. (Easy, but will lose gained respect)

C. Anon choice.

(If you choose A, you are free to suggest how we dominate him. I'll pick one that sounds good myself)

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On (Forgot to put this on ages ago)

Lust: 20%

Arousal: 2.0 (Squirming in your chair)

Reputation 320/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Clothing:

Jumpsuit (Split open at crotch, no damage)

Belt

Glasses

(Rolling Domination: pass. Reputation+)

Your actions speak louder than his words as you silence him with another kiss. His struggling hands fall limp once again as you’re carried forward. Your slender tongue pins his, licking around the edges of his mouth and forcing your will onto him. A lock of his black hair stuck to the sweat on his high arching cheek, his eyes closed in silent pleasure. His small, unassuming grunts of pleasure rolled into your mouth. None of the other scientists had ever looked this good back in materials.

You pull your face back and take a good look at him, struggling to keep himself under control. Your mound of Venus has a perfectly trimmed area of short hair, reminiscent of your hair. You lift your fingers, slick with your own juices. Your index finger is forced into his mouth, his tongue immediately lapping at you. Scooting forward, you slide your pussy against his rigid member. Your folds part as you grind against the bottom of his cock. It leaks a drop of pre onto his shirt from the stimulation. You groan once again, feeling it pulse under you. Gasping, you slide forwards and back on his lap. Leaning forward, you whisper in his ear.

“I think my way is much better, don’t you? I know exactly what I want, and you’re going to give it to me.”

You wrap your hands around his neck, closing on it slightly as you pin his body down. Your nipples poke forward clearly in the fabric of the suit. He decides to take some initiative and lifts a hand to grab one of your breasts. You feel bolts of lightning rush through your spine as his hand kneads the malleable flesh. Clenching his neck a little bit tighter, you lower your head and drag your tongue up his neck. Stopping at his earlobe, you pull it into your mouth to suck on it and swirl your tongue around. You feel his reaction as his body tenses, and his breathing gets more ragged. His eyes are squeezed shut now, not able to keep them open under the onslaught you’re providing. Taking advantage of his position, you retract your tongue from his ear and release it with a pop.

“I was thinking, maybe I could keep those weapons after the job. It’s dangerous for a poor helpless girl like me”

His mouth gasps open, as if he hasn’t been getting enough air. Though your hands around his neck may be a little to blame for that.

“I can’t.. Ahh.. I can’t just give them to you! The stun-prod alone is ridiculously expensive!”

“Well, I guess you won’t get to feel me from the inside, will you?”

His eyes open slightly and look you dead on. Your smile and unwavering expression seem to scare him as he thrusts his hips up against you. “Oh!” you exclaim as he pushes up against your soaking wet pussy. Still, you stamp your legs down and crush his resistance with a moan. His length is leaking pre onto his shirt, Samuel’s face is bright red now, his once strong eyes look up at yours, begging now. His mouth opens, he wants to say something but can’t bring himself to do it. The fire burning in your loins is getting out of hand, and you need something, anything, to bring it down. Your head pulls away from his ear, and you release your grip on his neck. Your left hand goes around to the back of his head, and you caress it now. “Say it.” You command.

He murmurs, with a guilty look downwards. “pl…e”

Grabbing his hair, you tug it sharply. “I didn’t hear you.”

Throwing his head back, he yelps “Please! You can have the paralyzer, I don’t care. I need to be inside you!”

You think about it for a second:

A. Take the deal, a free weapon is a free weapon! (Finish off the scene and take the ranged weapon)

B. Push him further, try to get the stun-prod as well. (Warning, your own arousal may turn against you if your lust gets too high. This is a double or nothing deal.)

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On (Forgot to put this on ages ago)

Integrity: 100

Lust: 39%

Arousal: 2.0 (Very wet now)

Reputation 340/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Clothing:

Jumpsuit (Split open at crotch, no damage)

Belt

Glasses

You decide he’s had enough teasing. You were also beginning to doubt if you could hold out on your own needs. Your cunt aches to be filled, and you place your hands on his shoulders to oblige its need. Lifting yourself up is already enough for his veiny length to flex and become vertical. He sighs in relief as he sees you intend on finally indulging him. You’re certainly no virgin, lowering yourself expertly onto his cock. The head of his member pokes at your entrance, sending tingles up your body.

You line it up just right, before taking your sweet time lowering yourself onto his pole. Its girth parts your folds and begins sliding in at an agonizingly slow pace, purposefully of course, just another way to tease the quivering mess that Dr. Portentio has become. You feel the throbbing meat stretch your walls as it impales you, a moan escaping your lips. “Unngh!”

He goes against the grain of the encounter and once again thrusts his hips into the air, this time coinciding with you dropping down. His massive cock fills your hole, lubricated easily by the fluids you’re leaking freely. “AAAHHHH” You scream, not expecting to be filled so quickly! He groans, his organ throbbing inside you now.

You get past the initial shock of being impaled on his girthy member and really take a moment to appreciate it. Looking at a big cock is one thing, feeling it fill you up and throb is another. You clench around him, taking in every curve and bump on his length. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you slide forwards and back wiggling his cock inside you. This time at least you’re not teasing him so badly. His smell turns you on more than anything at this point.

You slide forward and the curve of his member presses up against your g-spot. “Ohhh!” You exclaim, before pushing forward to hit that wonderfully pleasurable location once again. His own muscles clench to flex his cock inside you, but he’s rather subjugated at this point. Still, his hands both reach up and squeeze your breasts, pinching your erect nipples between his fingers. This causes you to bite your lip in order to contain another moan.

After a minute of this frenzied grinding with him inside you, you finally decide to get the train really moving. Following a particular surge of pleasure in your pussy, you lift yourself slowly. His cock vacates your body, leaving an aching hole that begged to be filled again. Plopping back down, you both grunt as your tight cunt squeezes him once again.

Picking up the pace, you lift yourself a little higher this time. Lengthening the period without his manhood only to drop and collect a bigger reward as your pussy sends lightning bolts of pleasure up your body. His hands drop from your tits, to grab your ass and help guide you up and down his dick.

Another thrust, then another. You feel his tool ram up against your cervix! The pain of the impact swiftly turns into pleasure. Up and down, he plows into you. Like a well-oiled machine, his prick pistons in and out of your hole. Your brain is only remaining intact enough to keep the situation under your control, though each time his cock filled you again you feel your mind becoming a haze.

(cont'd)

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On (Forgot to put this on ages ago)

Integrity: 100

Lust: 100%

Arousal: 3.0 (No going back)

Reputation 340/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Clothing:

Jumpsuit (Split open at crotch, no damage)

Belt

Glasses

You decide that the spider has already had more than enough time to scurry around and get comfortable with its environment. The notes are pretty all over the place, some data on the gene sequences and a few notes on preferred hiding places. You try and make some headway through the papers as you walk towards a closed up underground sewer area where the spider was last seen crawling in.

(Rolling Xenobiology: fail)

Unfortunately, all you can make out is a description of the beast and a few of its traits from the genetic sequencing. You can’t wrap your head around a bit of the Jargon, as it’s a bit advanced for you. Unfortunate, because it might have given you some of its weaknesses off the bat.

Large mutant spider. Created for harvesting of webbing, but the addition of DNA also caused changes in venom behavior in humans. Unfortunate accidents with some feeders caused these to become very apparent when the spider engaged in mating behavior. Traits known: Fast, Webbing.

Well, you realize it’s a load of common sense really. You walk along, the stun-prod attached on your left side and the paralyzer on your right. Both of them run off of electro-packs, which recharge automatically with heat but take a while to do so. They both dish out about 5 charges of shock before needing to be reloaded or recharged. Their packs are also swappable. Both feel pretty light to you, with the paralyzer firing off bolts of basically pure electricity. It was quite awesome to watch actually, though the technology was unknown to you.

You find the guard waiting by the grate with his own weaponry, much more lethal than yours. Though the order was given that the specimen was to be taken non-lethally, if it came too close to the lab there was the danger that it could break out other species. He silently takes the documents and looks you over, seeing you had the weapons he gruffly lets you pass. You can almost feel his eyes on your ass as you kneel down and pull the grate open.

There wasn’t any sewage left here, being an older part of a department that no longer existed. It was cemented off to prevent break-ins, and also just in case something wanted to escape. The second reasoning was a little more ominous, but the thought left your mind as the emergency lights blinked into life. They weren’t much, a small yellow light every couple meters that gave you enough vision to see in front of you. They did leave a lot of the place in shadow though, now you wish you had brought a flashlight…

You finger the paralyzer as you move forward. Finding scraps of webbing along the floor shows that the beast is definitely around here somewhere. Taking a turn, you follow the trail. It grows thicker, and rats scurry out from a small pile of the white woven strings. You see the amount grow thicker down another path to the right. You certainly wouldn’t have trouble finding your way back at least.

You reach a cul-de-sac of sorts, a place where all the other possible paths are blocked off. Leading up to it, the webbing lies strewn across the floor in much more organized patterns than before. Pulling out your paralyzer, you ready the ranged weapon in case you spot the spider. Here the webbing covers a few of the lights, dimming their effectiveness. You walk forward and cautiously grab a tuft of the webbing from one of them to get a better view of the area.

You suddenly hear a chittering from above. “Shit, I forgot to look up!” you say to yourself as your head snaps up to meet your statement.

(Reactionary roll: fail DUBS)

You dodge back, but the spider drops from above onto you. Its forelegs sport powerful claws that slice at your legs. (-10 integrity)(+10 Bonus tank replenishment) Its weight knocks you to the ground, and its fangs scrabble at your neck. You accidentally pull the trigger on the paralyzer, but it’s aimed right at the ceiling. ‘CRACK’, a bolt of lightning flashes out of the device. The loud noise and bright light scare the beast for a moment, making it skitter off of you and up the wall. It faces down towards you and hisses.

From the ground, your mind races:

Extra option: Get Up. If you choose to try and get up, another roll will be added. If it fails, you won’t stand and you will also gain a negative modifier to the action chosen.

A. Fire the paralyzer at it again, this time with aim. (Aim rolls, etc.)

B. (Must get up) Pull out the stun-prod and try to jab at it. (Melee rolls, etc.)

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On

Integrity: 100

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 1.0

Reputation 350/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Tank (20/30)

Paralyzer (4/5)

Stun-prod (1 foot long) (5/5)

Notes on spider

Glasses

Good Morning everyone! I'll be doing a post now, and try and stay available as much as I can.

>>26393

Definitely a possibility, just the suit by itself will have loads of upgrades. That piled with the fact that we could possibly become a female Senator Armstrong, means biomechanical shenanigans are bound to occur.

>>26387

>>26390

>>26394

Three votes for A without getting up. I'm going to need an aim roll against 70-10=60+

You stare up at the bug, as it hisses its fangs drip venom. A few droplets of the pink transparent toxin fall onto your suit. Just looking at them you can see they’re potent. Thinking fast, you lift up the paralyzer and prop yourself up on one arm to aim it at the spider. It chitters, seeing the weapon that scared it earlier now pointed at it. Skittering from side to side, it advances to try and avoid the gun and keep you from using it.

(Rolling aim: fail)

You get a lock on the spider and fire the paralyzer, aiming for its head. Unfortunately you underestimated its speed. The lightning flashes once more, hitting the wall and cracking loudly. The spider scurries forward now, ignoring the loud noise and bright light this time. “Fuck!” you yell, crawling back away from the beast. It leaps off of the wall, its clawed forelegs sticking out and reaching for your legs once again.

(Rolling dodge: fail)

You back up scrabbling away from the beast in an attempt to get away, though being on the ground doesn’t help your speed. It leaps off the wall, landing on your legs and pinning them down. Bearing down, it slices at your jumpsuit. The nanomachine fabric compacts on impact, blocking the strike from cutting through. (-25 integrity.) (+20 integrity refill) The fluid tank beeps down as the suit automatically pulls from it to refill. A small tear cuts through on your thigh, but it only scratches you. The spider sees that the armour can be pierced and advances up your legs. “SKREEEE” it screeches, boring into your ears.

Your legs are pinned under the spider’s front legs, and it’s stretching itself towards your head now. Your paralyzer beeps to notify it’s ready for another shot:

Extra Option: Kick. Try and kick the spider off before you take your action. Will make whatever you do easier, but failure will result in negative modifiers.

A. Take the shot (Aim rolls, etc. Much easier due to the spider not dodging around and being point blank)

B. Grab the stun-prod on your left side and attempt to jab it into the spider’s face. (Melee rolls, etc.)

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On (Forgot to put this on ages ago)

Integrity: 95

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 1.0 (No going back)

Reputation 350/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Tank (0/30)

Paralyzer (3/5)

Stun-prod (1 foot long) (5/5)

Notes on spider

Glasses

>>26386

Looks like what I thought initially. A little more than half say they want only monster/abnormal pregancies. Honestly I'm glad, because those are fun to write. No worries though, I fully intend on there being a chance for pregnancies to happen. All kinds of mutants and hybrids are dying for a chance to knock up our feisty scientist.

>>26229

Also, I noticed the thread was stickied! I'm assuming it has to do with the story of the fortnight, or something along those lines. Either way, thank you everyone once again for the support!

The mutant arachnid stretches its legs forward, the clawed tips almost slicing at your chest. Your mind races to find a foothold in the struggle. Wiggling from side to side, you try to get one of your legs free for a kick.

(Rolling combat: pass)

You use the opportunity when it stretches forward, you pull one of your legs out from under it and deliver a kick to its face (1 damage). It reels back and hisses, one of its many eyes oozes a green blood from the strong kick you delivered. The tough heels from earlier weren’t as pronounced, but it was enough to damage it.

“Take that you eight legged shit!” You yell as you get into a crouched position. You grab for the stun-prod on your left side, pulling it from the holster and flicking on the button. You had already set it to the most dangerous level of voltage earlier. The tip crackles ominously, and a few sparks fly out. Pressing your advantage, you leap forward with it outstretched.

(Rolling melee: pass)

The spider lifts its forelegs to try and protect itself from your attack, it merely didn’t realize that an electric shock from the prod would ignore any attempts at defense. Just before the two-pronged tip makes contact, the sparking line between them jumps out to connect with the spider’s hard carapace. “Like swatting mosquitoes with an electric racket!” (3 damage, shocked)

The smell of burning something flies into the air when the bolt of electricity courses into the spider from the point of contact. The spider’s legs fly out and curl as the electricity runs its course through the hydraulic musculature inside. A scorched area of carapace marks the spot where you hit it on its right foreleg. It falls to the ground spasming. You take the opportunity to stand up and regain your bearing. The spider throws out its legs and bounces away, in quite a silly display as it regains control of its movements.

Your right hand points out the paralyzer in preparation, and your left thumb fingers the electrify button again. You have the upper hand now, and it knows it. You smile and beckon it with the prod. “Come and get some!”

A. Wait for it to move, then react accordingly. (Make a reactionary roll, then roll with a bonus modifier and bonus effects if you succeed)

B. Fire the paralyzer now, it’s slowed down from the first shock and should be easier to hit.

C. Be a boss and rush it with the stun-prod (BAMF points)

D. Anon choice.

Mutant spider:

6/10 Health

Shocked (Loses ‘fast’ bonus)

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On (Forgot to put this on ages ago)

Integrity: 95

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 1.0 (No going back)

Reputation 350/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Tank (0/30)

Paralyzer (3/5)

Stun-prod (1 foot long) (4/5)

Notes on spider

Glasses

Rushing forward, her short hair ruffled with her speed. Clicking the baton once again, it sparks and crackles in preparation for another shock. The spider, while still slightly stunned is getting back its bearings and advancing slowly (Loses shocked debuff unless reapplied). It’s slightly blinded by the bashed in eye, but the other five work fine. You rush towards it, leaning forward and stretching out the prod to hit it once more.

(Rolling combat: PHENOMENAL FAILURE, 1 ROLLED)

Striding forward, you fail to realize that the ground ahead of you is covered in web. In your attempt to be more than cool, your foot catches on the edge of a bed of the stuff. The stun-prod flies up out of your hand. Stumbling forward, you fall onto a small patch of the webbing. Apparently still fresh by the way it sticks to you, you were about to try and struggle out of it… that is before the baton fell right back down onto your ass. The stored charge snaps out at the nanomachine fiber. The suit stops most of the charge from hitting you, but you still feel like someone gave you a hard kick in the rear.

“AAAAAAAHHH” you scream, getting over the fact that you had been shocked yourself. You manage to recover, but the sticky webbing is holding you down much too strongly. You try to pull your arms up away from the stuff, but it just pulls them right back down. Small tears appear along the webbing, if you could just pull hard enough..

Unfortunately, the little bots don’t do too well with so much electricity coursing through them. The high setting of the prod fries their tiny bodies in a huge area (-50 integrity). The still working nanobots in the rest of the suit pull in the damaged ones, in an attempt to recycle at least a few of them.

(Recycling roll: 53/2=~+22 at the end of the fight.)

You feel the tight cloth recede from on top of your ass, down your thighs slightly and up to the small of your back. If someone were to look at you, it would seem you had on some high boots and a top. A ring around your midsection’s been fried, leaving your cheeks exposed to the air.

You grunt from exertion, struggling against the webbing. In fact, you’re struggling so hard the grunt turns into a scream when you realize the spider is directly in front of you. It takes its leisurely time crawling right up to you, baring its fangs. It clambers over you, sliding its cephalothorax and abdomen right above your head. Reaching your uncovered ass, it strikes down with a toxin-filled bite. Piercing your skin, the fangs release their payload into you. A warm feeling spreads through you as the venom courses through your bloodstream. “An aphrodisiac! That must have been what that confusing DNA strand was!” You say, before the toxin reaches your head.

When it reaches your brain, a light flush appears on your cheeks. (Aphrodisiac: Gain lust each round unless a roll to counter is made. First round is inevitable.) You gasp as your senses are lit on fire. Merely the rustling of its arms against your sides sends tingles up your body. It also doesn’t help that your brain just now decides to remember the image attached with the e-mail. Though after the time you spent with Samuel, the minor fantasy from before wasn’t having too much bearing on your actions. The aphrodisiac wished to change this however. You try and think of a way to get out of this mess.

A. Pull hard against the web to try and get yourself free. (Strength rolls, etc.)

B. Reach for the stun-prod having landed just near your arm. (Will take a second to stretch, spider will take its actions first. Once grabbed though, will not require roll to hit spider.)

C. Try and contort your hand to shoot the spider with the paralyzer. (Danger of shooting self if it fails, will be difficult with arm webbed down.

D. Anon choice.

Mutant spider:

6/10 Health

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On (Forgot to put this on ages ago)

Integrity: 45(Pending 22)

Lust: 13%

Arousal: 1.1

Reputation 350/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Tank (0/30)

Paralyzer (3/5)

Stun-prod (1 foot long) (3/5)

Notes on spider

Glasses

That's also it for tonight, see you all tomorrow morning where we get to see what happens.

I'll leave another strawpoll overnight, as I've been doing. It's about fetishes we wanna include. I'm not putting all the fetishes in the world up there, but if there's anything you want to suggest post it as a reply to this post.

http://strawpoll.me/4801161

>>26439

Requesting monsterboys and girls but mostly boys as the MC is a girl. Im sure it wouldnt be too crazy to see some human/animal monster experamints seeing as you said there might be monster mixing at some point, it only makes sense that there would be human ones too. Could be from gene splicing with volunteers or "born" in tubes, artificial wombs or even actual wombs, maybe both ways. I would personaly like to see a seductive, hypnotic snakeman and an escaped pack of horny wolf boys. I think it would be a nice touch if they either couldnt speak like humans or did in broken english.

You can of course do it however you think would be best. Great story by the way, you're doing a great job.

>>26439

as stated somwhere above id really like to see living armor

The mutant spider pulls its fangs from you, leaving two holes that quickly seal up as the natural coagulant in the bite keeps them from bleeding. “Uuunnhh, that’s not supposed to feel good.”The pain also fades, leaving you merely hot and bothered downstairs. You try and keep yourself from thinking about it…

(Rolling lust resistance: fail)

But the heated thoughts running through your head keep doing so anyways, it doesn’t help that the toxin is making your nethers begin to moisten. You let out an involuntary moan as a rush of sensation rocks body. Your body’s hormonal levels were completely skewed into an induced heat that threatened to take over. You still had enough of your wits left about you to think of what you wanted to do next. Looking down, you see the stun-prod landed just a few inches away from your left hand. You stretch your fingers out towards it, but it’s just out of reach…

As you wiggle and struggle to reach the stun-prod, the spider takes its sweet time turning around. Now its head is right next to yours, luckily it hasn’t noticed your attempts to get the weapon. It chitters in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. Down below, on its abdomen a slit has opened up. A fleshy appendage slowly begins extending out of it with a “schlick”! The wicked looking prong is bulbous, with ever decreasing little bulges until it reached a tapered tip. A green slime dripped from it, landing on the small of your back. The warm goop dripping onto your skin, along with the noise from earlier leave very little doubt as to what’s going on backstairs

“Shit, shit shit! I can’t get fucked by a spider.” Your eyes go wide and your wiggling increases, the ovipositor drips a line down your ass as it makes its way below. You feel it throb against your cushy rear. Eventually, the spider’s poking and prodding at your crotch. You can’t help but let a moan escape your throat as it slides against your folds. Stretching out, your fingers hit the handle of the prod, turning in and putting it in an easier position to grab. The spider though, has gotten tired of your struggles and presses down on your arms with a pair of legs, just as you get it into a position where the prod is in reach. You fight hard, trying to stretch your arm that extra inch it needs.

(Rolling struggle: critical failure!)

Just as you’re doing so, however. The spider decides to jolt forward, pushing the tip and a few of the bulges on its pseudo-cock into your pussy. “AAAAaaahhh, FUCK!” Your fingers curl up as your entire body jolts from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac pumping through your crotch, and the natural lubrication you’ve been providing make it more than easy for the thick appendage to make its way in. It squirts the slime into you, coating your walls with the slick warm goop. The feeling is altogether quite nice in the aroused state you’re in, like warm cum…

You think about the situation, but the lust in your mind makes it difficult:

A. Try and struggle for the prod again, should be easier after your wiggling’s torn some webbing. (Easier struggle roll)

B. Try and fire the paralyzer, having torn some of the webbing to make it easier. (Easier aim roll, but still chance of misfire)

C. Anon choice.

Mutant spider:

6/10 Health

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On (Forgot to put this on ages ago)

Integrity: 45(Pending 22)

Lust: 37%

Arousal: 1.6

Reputation 350/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Tank (0/30)

Paralyzer (3/5)

Stun-prod (1 foot long) (3/5)

Notes on spider

Glasses

The warm slime oozing into your hole doesn’t make it easy to think, paired with the ovipositor sliding in with each bulge getting bigger. Your tight hole squeezes around it, but it still has no trouble rocking forward to push the appendage into you. The rounded segments massage your walls, giving you a sensation you’ve never felt before. Once again you try to clear your mind of the aphrodisiac’s fell influence.

(Rolling lust resistance: pass)

You struggle and fight, resisting the effects of the aphrodisiac. Concentrating hard, you throw the thoughts from your mind. Freedom! (-Arousal and lust) You toss the scenes once imagined into a safe in your mind, locking them away. Your head is clear, but the damage done to your body is more than noticeable. You’re breathing hard, your hips seem to sway in rhythm with the spider’s rocking. There’s nothing to stop the effects of the spider’s violation of your body.

The spider pushes into you slowly, and each bulge makes you gasp, but you have to take action now if you don’t want to end up having to walk embarrassed back to genetics with a belly full of eggs and no spider in tow. The strands holding down your right hand had been weakened, and you reckon you have a shot with the paralyzer. You can’t see where you’re aiming, but you contort your hand into a position where you think its pointed towards the beast. You take the shot and…

(Rolling aim: critical success!)

You feel the pointed tip of the paralyzer jab into the shelled carapace of the bug, and so does it. It scrabbles away, pushing its legs into your back and popping its ovipositor out of your cunny. “OH, Oh, oh, oh.” You mumble as each one leaves you. Unfortunately for the spider, your finger was on the trigger and ready. A loud crack echoes through the chamber, filling the spider with a powerful electric shock. (-4 Health) The point blank lightning bolt from the paralyzer is more than enough to keep it down for good this time. It flails and flips over onto its back, curling and stretching its legs as it feels the electricity fry its insides. It eventually stops moving, subdued by the powerful electric weaponry.

You wiggle, tearing the webbing off of your arms and face. It stings and leaves a patchwork of red marks where your skin was torn on the cellular level. You wince, but know it’ll be fine eventually so ignore it. The nanomachines in your suit have finished recycling the dead ones from the lost fabric. You feel it stretch down from your belly, but it stops short of your thighs. It covers your crotch wrapping around the bottom from your ass, but the green slime is visible coating the insides of your milky thighs. This also has the added effect of keeping the slime that the spider shot into you, firmly nestled in your hole.

You groan, but there’s not much you can think to do about the situation. Holstering both your weapons, you stroll over to the downed spider. It chitters weakly, and you can see that it’s watching you with its remaining eyes. Grabbing a leg, you pull to see how much it weighs. You realize it’s relatively light, other than its abdomen which is a tad heavier. Yanking it with you, it hisses in disdain as you walk off, dragging it behind you back towards the entrance of the sewer. Climbing up the ladder with the spider would’ve been difficult but the guard up at the top had a coil of braided nylon with him that you used to drag the spider up and out. He stares at the goo drying on your legs the whole time, giving you a strange look that says “I know what happened”.

Mutant Spider:

2/10 Health, Down.

(cont'd)

You triumphantly walk down the halls with the spider in tow, it’s died down its noises by now. Reaching Samuel’s office, you knock on the door. He opens it, seeing you and glaring again. He hasn’t seen the spider, but you pull the prod from your belt and hand it to him. He takes a look at it, then at you. Then he sees it, the large twitching arachnid just outside of his office. His eyes go wide and he jumps back, the door slamming in your face.

“JESUS FUCK! GET THAT THING THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!” He screams from the other side of the doorway. His voice seemed to get a bit shrill. “Take it to the containment area, your reward will be wired to your account.”

After dropping it off in a bin just outside containment, helpfully labeled “Escaped experiments”, you realize you’ve spent quite some time dragging the spider around. Your arms are sore, and your legs are dirty. You consider what you’ll do before heading back to your office.

A. Go take a shower in one of the department bathing areas. (You pick a department (I’ve made a list on the stats page), or I’ll randomize it. Chance of encounter relating to the department.)

B. Stop by the vendor area, maybe take a look at some stuff to buy with your new credits. (You have a total of 1800 now.)

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On

Integrity: 67

Lust: 30%

Arousal: 1.2

Reputation 350/1000

Feisty chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Jumpsuit

Belt

Tank (0/30)

Paralyzer (3/5)

Stun-prod (1 foot long) (3/5)

Notes on spider

Glasses

You look down at the ‘genetic material’ on your thighs and decide to go get yourself cleaned up in the closest shower area. Genetics had one of its own, so you follow some directions and get yourself there as soon as possible. People give you some weird looks, but it’s nothing they have never seen before. You walk up to the entrance of the place and open the door.

(Rolling encounter: 60 slightly above average)

Strolling in, you find that it’s basically empty other than one of the stalls. You walk up to one of the full body mirrors and properly get a look at yourself. Since your hair is short, the way it’s messed up could be considered a ‘look’. Other than that, and the slime you’re about to get off, you look no worse for the wear.

The goop on your thighs still hasn’t cooled down, and feels as warm as when it was left there. You decide it might be a good idea to collect come of it, maybe to research and compare with the notes you have. Grabbing one of the complimentary shampoo bottles, you empty it out. Making sure it’s completely clean of residue, you scoop a helping of the slime into it. You clip it onto your belt, and walk over to the changing area.

Reaching once again for the collar, you input the command to get out of the suit. It splits in seams down your back, along the length of your arms as well. The two pieces still on your legs split as well, due to a basic wireless communication. You peel the fabric off of your skin, sweat clinging to your pores from the heat of the shower and from the exertion of pulling the spider around.

You place the suit, belt and your items into a locker before moving off towards the shower stall area. You don’t need a towel as the room has a full body dryer built into every stall. It was neat at first, but just another part of routine now. In fact, whoever was taking a shower had just finished drying off now. Just as you’re about to pick a stall, the door opens and she walks out.

Sabrina Portentio, the co-lead scientist of genetics, was a form to behold. Long black hair ran down, almost all the way to her butt. Her curves were untold of, with a nice wide bust and hips. Her chest is also quite a bit larger than yours, yet still hung happy and perky. You always considered yourself open sexually, but looking at her made you even surer of it.

“Oh hi! I saw you leaving my brother’s office earlier, though looking at the mess between your legs tells me it didn’t do much good.”

(Rolling spaghetti: pass DUBS)

You almost stumble over your words as you realize she knew exactly what went on. You’re able to keep your composure and answer in a completely straight face. “Well, I was able to keep mostly safe. Just a stumble, and some bad luck. Nothing serious though, the spider’s back in containment.”

She smiles and looks down at your body, her blue eyes had a much livelier spark. They hungrily eyed your soft, smooth belly and down to your neatly trimmed crotch. You stood without embarrassment, knowing you looked sexy as hell today. Her teeth show for a second and she walks around you towards the lockers. “Take care Megan.” (+Reputation)

You step into the shower and push the button to let the water drop. It’s a tad cold so you turn up the heat as well. Your toe pushes forward under the running water, then your ankle. You put your arm in, and slowly let the water pour onto your skin. It helps to wind down after the struggle of the day. You run your hands through your blonde hair, letting it get soaked. You pop open the other shampoo bottle you grabbed and let it pour right onto your hair. You don’t need much to keep it soft, you wondered how Sabrina was able to keep hers looking so sleek.

You scrub the shampoo into your hair, letting the suds run off onto your shoulders and down your body. Rinsing it off, you apply some conditioner as well. While you let it sit, you grab your soap and begin washing down your body. You rub it into your arms and get them clean before moving onto your chest. Your nipples had been standing tall earlier, but now they’ve calmed down. You soap them up and rinse the slippery boobs as well. Moving down, you make it to your crotch. Keeping the hair nice and trimmed made it easy to stay hygienic. You scrub it down, and are reminded of the warm goo still inside you.

Better now than never, you reach down and slide two fingers along the sides of your slit. Pressing down, you split them apart to try and open up your hole enough for the goo to lose its hold. You’re rewarded when after a moment, you hear a ‘Shlurp!’ The warm green slime comes out in globs, running down your legs and being carried away into the drain. The genetics showers were used to having a lot of organic material and residues get washed down.

Megan Cox

Status: Hot Food, Hot Stuff, Turned On

Integrity: 67

Lust: 30%

Arousal: 1.2

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

(cont'd)

Picking up your things from the locker, you run your fingers through your hair as a makeshift brush. The suit appears to have reconstituted itself slightly. It’s spread itself a little thinner, but the legs are connected to the suit now (Integrity remains the same). It slides onto you with ease, squeezing around your dried form. It felt much more comfortable now.

Your legs carry you to your office once again, dodging around a few departments. As you’re getting back, you check your credit card. The led screed displays a value of ɕ1800. 800 credits for a job seems a little low, but then again it was really just a simple task. Maybe if you can prove your worth, either physically or mentally you’ll receive some more difficult tasks.

You mosey into your office, shutting the door behind you and locking it. You had a lot of fun in the suit today, but really you didn’t want to wear it all the time. You practically tear it off before throwing it into the display case. The robotic arm clumsily grabs at the suit flying towards it, catching it and pulling it into position. A patch of webbing was still stuck to the foot now that you saw. You gingerly pulled it off with some tweezers. The glass slides back into place with a hiss.

The panties and tank top from this morning are still hanging from the wardrobot. It pipes up to remind you that the clothes aren’t washed, but you’re not really listening. You pull up the panties, and pull down the top. No need for a bra, nobody’s coming to see you anyways. Plopping down on the comfy leather chair, you finally have a moment to take a breath. Whew! You never expected the other departments to be so exciting! You’re grinning as you lie back on the seat, it was such an exhilarating day. Dr. Rockafella wasn’t lying when he said you needed a time away from materials.

Now you had some time to check out the stuff you’d collected from the day. First, you put the paralyzer away. It would recharge slowly, but it would still be nice to have an extra charge pack. After that, you pull out the bottle of goop for inspection. The translucent bottle let you see the green goop up close. Turning the bottle this way and that, you could see that it was quite thick. It hung together like a membrane if stretched too thin. Since it was still warm, you had to assume it had live cells in it. Might be useful if you decide later to do some genetics work. There was a machine you saw advertised during your day in genetics that might be useful. It was ɕ3000, a machine that took in genetic samples and separated traits. Bundled with it was a machine that took in trait data, and put it together into a new DNA strand. Which it then dispensed as an injectable liquid. You’d have to go take a look at that, once you got together enough credits. For now though, you tossed it into storage.

The patch of webbing might prove useful if you could get it to Dr. Rockafella, maybe try and integrate it into the suit. Without any science machines you couldn’t do much from your office. Maybe you’ll ask the doctor if you can borrow one of the materials machines. Placing it in a sterile bag, you toss it in with the bottle.

Finally, you get to the notes you grabbed from Samuel’s desk. You put them down and boot up the computer to try and figure some more of the stuff you might’ve missed on the first go through.

(Rolling genetics: pass)

You’re able to bring up the files on the research2gether application, and spend some time combing through it. It’s a bit tedious, but the notes make a lot more sense now. You feel like you gained a bit of skill with genetics too. A more detailed analysis of the spider is also available.

(cont'd)

Alright! Feedback time. What did you guys think of our first day? I started with arousal high, because I wanted to get at least one erotic scene going pretty early. I've playtested the system, and got a feel for how the numbers work. I've already made some edits to the rules page to reflect some of the stuff. For example some changes to how much fluid recharge we get per day, as well as some edits to arousal.

Other than that, what do you guys think so far. Are the days too short, too long? Too much sex, as opposed to too little? How was our first day in the lab?

(Rolling morning: 88, above average DUBS)

You rub the sleep out of your eyes, sitting up and yawning. Sliding out of bed, you grab your glasses and pour a glass of water from the jug in the fridge. You’re up bright and early today to catch some interesting assignments. That added to the fact that you went to bed obscenely early yesterday. You don’t even bother getting dressed as you groggily sit down and boot up the computer. Meanwhile you sift through the notes on your desk to see if anything of note was there. Nothing interesting in the first few papers, just some science shit.

Another few papers down, you see an interesting tidbit you missed on a paper Dr. Rockafella left behind. Looks like you can maximize nanomachine efficiency by concentrating them on areas about to be damaged. (+defense) Though it looks like the process is still in its early stages. If only you had a more intuitive way to control them…

The computer whirs into action, now two icons on the desktop. You click on the e-mail organizer and take a look at the tasks for this morning. A spam looking message comes up, but it’s coming from administration? Also it looks like hydroponics and robotics need help again.

A. eshoorance@hydroponics33.gov: Need another assistant to watch the plants. Yesterday’s researcher is unfortunately not up to the task. I must remind the younger scientists I run a strict no-cannabinoids rule..

B. mcochands@admin33.gov: LOOKING FOR CHEAP MACHINES? MEET MALLEN IN LOWER LEVEL VENDOR AREA!!1!1

C. hgiger@robotics33.gov: There was an unfortunate accident yesterday in the robotics lab, we need someone who can help fix up some of the machines. Also some unrepairable robots need to be taken to the scrap.

Megan Cox

Status:

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 0.8

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Beige tank top

White panties

Glasses

A

Let's water some plants

Opening the e-mail from hydroponics, you’re sure you’ll be fine staying away from any of the cannabinoids. You were never one for drugs, though Dr. Shoorance isn’t the lead botanical researcher. You wonder why she’s the one running the place right now. Either way, you take a look at the contents of the e-mail.

SUBJECT: Need another assistant to watch the plants. Yesterday’s researcher is unfortunately not up to the task. I must remind the younger scientists I run a strict no-cannabinoids rule.

CONTENTS: After yesterday’s incident where the junior researcher was much too sluggish after subjecting himself to some of the experimental drug plants, we’re going to need someone to watch the plants. If possible, we’ll also need you to retrieve junior researcher Neil Asmoff. An electrical weapon of any sort should be enough to get the glow bulb to open up.

-Erin Shoorance

-END MESSAGE-

You consider the dangerous plants, and once again decide to throw on the jumpsuit. It’s a comfortable coverall anyways, and you rock your body in it. The damages have been repaired with the replacement fluid, and the small tank on the belt reads 17. Enough for a small amount of damages, but you’d have to be careful. You slide into the purple jumpsuit, feeling it close up familiarly around you. You also decide to throw on one of your lab coats, since you have a bunch anyways and it might be a bit better to cover up. It gives you a few pockets to work with as well. A couple corked vials might also be useful if you want to get some genetic samples of your own in something that’s not a shampoo bottle.

The paralyzer is an obvious thing to bring, since it looks like you’ll need a weapon to free the junior researcher. Its charge is back up to five shots, having recharged overnight. It clips onto your belt, and you look around to see if you’re forgetting anything. The coat billows out as you strut out of the office, confident in the new day.

You take a left instead of a right in a corridor you remembered from yesterday and find yourself at the airlock for the hydroponics division. It hisses open and you step inside. A chemical mist sprays you down for contaminants, and the door opens. A damp earthy smell assaults your nostrils as you get in, with a faint whiff of fertilizer. It’s not entirely unpleasant, like your grandfather’s farm. You see a woman with her brown hair done up in a ponytail and see her nametag has Erin Shoorance on it. You wave and she smiles, walking over.

She looks to have a few wrinkles, and wears glasses as well. Her figure is once again much larger than yours, but she’s a bit shorter. A very wide bust and hips compared to you. She’s full of energy though, with a young spirit she begins talking. “You must be the assistant researcher I sent an e-mail for! I see you brought a weapon, so you’re up to the task of rescuing poor Mr. Asmoff. He was lured in by the Glow Bulb after smoking more than he should have of our spessdrug plant. I’ll leave it up to you if you go get him first, or if you’ll let his steep for another hour or two. We have a lot of plants that need watering and fertilizing.”

She hands you a checklist on a clipboard, under it a few notes on each of the plants. You decide to look at them as you get to them. “Thank you Dr. Shoorance, I’m sure you’ll find I’m not one to get high on the job. I know you must be busy, so I’ll get to work immediately!”

“Quite good! Yes, I do have to go. We have no idea where Dr. Potan has gotten off to, and he has a lot of papers to sign. If I were you, I’d let that Neil boy sit for a while ”

She bursts off, already picking up another clipboard. She seemed like she worked pretty hard. The absence of the lead scientist might be making her a bit high-strung. She could do with some time off. You can only assume that since yesterday’s assistant majorly screwed up, she had to deal with the day’s jobs once again. You check your clipboard, which has the areas the plants are housed in.

A. Head off and get Neil away from the glowbulb in the NOCT environment.

B. See to some of the other plants first. (Will be a total of three. I’ll have you do encounter rolls to determine each one’s difficulty.)

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 1.3

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 17/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses

“If you’re going to be smoking when you should be working, there should be some sort of punishment.” You think to yourself, that Neil kid would have to spend some time with the bulb for now. You didn’t know much about it, but you got some notes on it. You’d look at them later. For now, you had to tend to the plants. You look at the first item on the list.

(Rolling encounter: 77 above average DUBS)

You make your way to the ERV greenhouse, and find a group of plants with large green bulbs on them and slow moving tendrils rolling on the ground. They had already begun pointign towards you and inching their way in your direction. Sifting through your note, you find the image that best fits. You search through the DNA strands available and look for what its traits and weaknesses could be.

(Rolling Xenobiology: pass DUBS)

Milk Weed:

Stats: 3 Health

Traits: Tentacles, Nipples, Mouths, Irresistible Milk

Weaknesses: Fire, Slicing, Literally Avoiding Them

Description: The Milk Weed is quite easy to avoid, having very slow moving tendrils that it only really uses on prey that has unwarily fallen asleep or stopped moving next to it. It is most commonly found along with another more aggressive plant and will take advantage of their prey in exchange for attracting more with their breast-like bulbs that attract mammals with their scent and milky substance.

You also remember some little tidbit from one of Dr. Rockafella’s friends a long time ago. “Milk Weed nectar is absolutely delicious, you just gotta get it when there’s nothing around it to interfere.” Taking a look at the plant, you see green breast shaped bulbs hanging off of the main stems. The slow moving tentacles all had little suckers on the end of them.

The checklist described how to properly feed the plant. A few baby bottles were prepared on the shelf below them with the nutritious mix they needed to grow and flourish. The nipples did look quite inviting, a genetic sample wouldn’t be out of the question for… scientific purposes.

A. Merely feed the plants, stay clear of anything else. It’s not safe.

B. Take a Milk sample from one of the lactating bulbs in a vial, then feed them.

C. Get a sample… directly into your mouth for a little taste. Whatever’s left can go in the vial. Feed them afterwards.

D. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 0%

Arousal: 1.3

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 17/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses

You smile and lick your lips. Since there were no other big scary plants to take advantage of you while you were on the nipple, you decide to have a taste right from the tap. You lean forward, bending over into the tray to get to one of the heavy looking bulbs that was plump and full of milk.

You place your hands down to support yourself and wrap your lips around the green nipple. Not much happened at first, so you decided to give it some interaction. Your tongue slid up, lapping at the nub. It immediately reacted, becoming rigid against your swirling flesh. It had a bit of give, so you nibble the tip. You’re rewarded as the plant rewards your efforts with a drop of the milk it stored. It melted onto your tongue, spreading a warmth in your mouth.

Sweet, like caramel but with a consistency of milk. The first drop had you hooked in an instant. Your eyes went wide, and your cheeks sucked in as you tugged on the nipple for more. It was absolutely ready to oblige, with the forceful suction pulling much more than a drop of the stuff into your mouth. You gulped it down, filling your belly with the delicious substance. Your wide eyes now drooping down until they shut.

You didn’t even notice as a few of the slow moving tendrils dug out of the earth and began circling up your arms. They advanced at a snail’s pace, with two going up your right arm and only one crawling up your left. They eventually reached your chest, and you only realized when one from each side found your nipples under the suit with surprising accuracy. They latched on, hooking onto the suit and tugging at your own breasts. You consider removing them, but that would require pulling away from the ambrosia filling your mouth.

The third mouth thought it was smart, by heading up further. Its brethren had latched onto a cloth, so it made its way to your neck. There it latched onto the first patch of bare skin, sure it had found your real nipples. Unfortunately it was wrong, but the sensitive skin on your neck being suckled made you gasp.

Because of the milk, your taste sensors had over-ridden more active thought processes. You barely grasp at the memory of what the guy said.. “…nothing around it to interfere. Just don’t drink too much, it’s mutagenic. Keep the portion low, or your tits will look like a lady’s. I can’t imagine what it would do to a woman.”

A. Stop drinking, you like your breasts the way they are thank you very much. (Will require resistance rolls)

B. Maybe a little more… You always wanted a bigger bust. (Too much of this option can go badly)

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 12%

Arousal: 1.3

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 17/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses

Your foggy head clings to that thought, reminding yourself that you like your breasts just fine. You concentrate on pulling away from the nipple. The suckers on your breasts and on your neck make it hard, but still you focus your will.

(Rolling resistance: pass)

You pull your lips away from the plants breast, savoring the last few drops of the nectar. The suckers on your chest drop away as you pull back. They’re much too slow to follow you up as you straighten. The sucker on your neck releases with a pop, leaving a small red circle that might just become a hickey. Hopefully it doesn’t, it would not do for your reputation to have one of those.

You pull the baby bottles up from the shelf. They’re filled with a thick brown liquid. It takes some work, but eventually all of the plants have at least one of their suckers draining a bottle. While they’re all occupied, you pull out a glass vial from a lab coat pocket. Popping the top, you place it in front of the breast you had just been sucking from. This time, you use your hand to squeeze the bag of plant flesh. It takes a bit of kneading, probably since you had sucked out a lot, but eventually the nectar begins dribbling out into the vial. It’s a thick white, just like you expected from the ‘milk’ of the plant.

The vial goes back into the pocket, now filled with the plant’s milk. Might be useful for later, either the genetic material or for a nice drink. You may not have drunk much, but you still felt a slight change in your breasts, a little bit heavier but not much. They’re not visibly larger, but you give one a poke and it’s definitely squishier.

As the plants are finishing off their bottles you remember the researcher trapped in a glow bulb, he might be some help with the next plants coming up. On the other hand he might just run off.

A. Go after the glow bulb in the NOCT environment.

B. Continue treating to the plants on the checklist.

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 12%

Arousal: 1.3

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Vial of Milk Weed Milk

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 17/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses

You look at the next item on the checklist.

(Rolling encounter: 42 slightly below average)

“Spitting nettle, didn’t Dr. Portentio say something about that?” You wonder for a moment, heading to the TEM environment. You come up to the area where they’re housed and take a look through your notes, walking forward as you do.

(Rolling Xenobiology: Critical failure!)

You can’t make heads nor tails of the notes you were given, just a visual diagram of the species. A bunch of science mumbo jumbo clogs up your head and you barely realize you’ve just walked into the wooden container housing the plants. “Shit!” you exclaim as you see a big red sign showing that the plants should be handled with caution.

Their namesake becomes apparent when the shaking of their home agitates the young plants. The long thin spines that were growing from the main stalk suddenly shook loose and fired off. They stuck to the walls, jabbing into the ceiling and firing off into the dirt. You’re also in the line of fire, as a few of the green needles fly towards you. You try to duck down, but are not fast enough as a few of them hit your chest bouncing off. An unlucky shot jabs right into your cheek before you can get down and away.

Microscopic needles coating the spine stab into your skin, releasing their chemical payload. You realize what Samuel meant when he asked if one of them had got at you when a familiar heat grows in your navel and makes your skin ten times more sensitive. (+0.2 Arousal) You yank out the spike, exhaling sharply, but the damage is done. Luckily your nanomachines had concentrated thick enough to keep the needles from going through them on your chest or the damage might have been much more severe.

“Hah.. That’s not a new sensation.. Why does everything turn me on around here?” You ponder for a moment, but nobody answers. It’s almost like all the experiments in the facility were somehow erotic, except for materials anyway. As far as you knew…

You compose yourself, but the healthy red glow in your cheeks doesn’t seem to want to go away. Looks like the effect will last some time. Scooping the fertilizer into the tray, you don’t even bother being careful as it looks like they’ve all shot off anyways. Then you activate the mister with the appropriate amount of water.

Looks like this plant’s done. Looking down at the list you see the last plant’s in the NOCT environment as well so you start heading there. This environment is kept closed off for the plants that prefer a darker area. Since the glowbulb is in there as well you look at the directions. The last plant is off to the right of the area, and the glow bulb is straight ahead. You hear a muffled scream come from its direction, probably Neil.

A. Go help the poor boy out, he’s probably being tortured by the horrible plant.

B. Fuck it, let’s finish our plants then get his stupid ass out of there.

C. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 15%

Arousal: 1.5

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Vial of Milk Weed Milk

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 17/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses

You ignore the screams as they grow more muffled. What a cold heart you have. Making your way through the dark environment, you grab an auxiliary light at the entrance and turn it on. It lights the way ahead of you. It’s much cooler, and the air is damp. You look through the notes and find the pages on the plant you’re coming up on.

(Rolling Xenobiology: pass)

You easily find the plant, owing to its brightly glowing flowers. They were all closed up. You also easily find the notes for it, somebody was organized when they were writing this one.

Perfume Puff Petunia:

Stats: 2 Health

Traits: Puffs up, Sprays Mist

Weaknesses: Fire, Slicing, Not dangerous

Description: The Puff Orchid is one of the few non-dangerous plants in hydroponics. The petals of the flower are naturally closed up. Squeezing the base of the flowers will cause them to open up and spray a fine mist of their nectar. The nectar has a calming property, as well as a fragrant smell. It will usually last until a shower is taken.

“Wow, something that’s actually useful for a change. Seems like everything else in the facility isn’t useful other than as an obstacle.” You take the specialized fertilizer from under the shelf, which did not have a very perfumed fragrance. Using the trowel already there, you heap a specified amount around the base of each plant.

The screams had died down, but every now and then you heard a particularly loud one echo through the area. You decide to go quickly once you were done with this plant, he had been struggling for enough time.

Activating the sprinklers you take a moment to appreciate the flowers. They really are pretty, with blotched patterns of darker flesh. The veins are clearly visible running through the thin petals. They’re closed up, but according to the research, if you give one a squeeze it’ll pop open and puff out a perfume..

Only one of them looks like it’s fully grown and ready to open. The rest are just closed up little buds. You consider what to do with the nectar from it, you’re sure nobody would care that it’s missing.

A. Give it a squeeze, you could do with some good smells and whatever the calming effect is for the glow bulb you’re going to have to fight.

B. Collect the nectar mist in a vial, if you can synthesize it later you can have a calming chemical ready.

C. Ignore it, we don’t need to calm down. Calming down is for losers.

D. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 15%

Arousal: 1.5

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Vial of Milk Weed Milk

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 17/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses

You decide it’s a better idea to collect the nectar for later rather than spend it now. Who knows the next time you’ll be back in hydroponics for a sample. You pop open the vial and place it at the meeting of the petals. Reaching forward, you give the base of the flower a squeeze. The tip pops open, right into the vial. A fine mist sprays out, collecting on the walls of the glass. It goes for a second, a very small liquid amount settling in the bottom of the vial.

You pocket the corked glass. The fluid turned out to be a slightly blue translucent nectar. It falls in next to the Milk Weed Nectar. Clinking happily, you walk off towards the glow bulb environment. Its containment area is separated from the other plants, mostly due to being very active. It would interfere with work on other specimens if it were kept together.

You reach the heavy iron door leading to the glow bulb, it’s littered with warnings and cautionary measures. Now is a better time than ever to check out the notes.

(Rolling Xenobiology: Critical success!)

You immediately find the research notes for the glow bulb and see why there are so many warnings.

Glowing Bulb

Stats: 20 Health

Traits: Fast, Sticky Sap, Tentacles, Mind Control, Entrapment

Weaknesses: Fire, Cutting, Crushing, Inside and Outside of Bulb

Description: Mutant plant. Grows out from a very large glowing bulb. Tentacles and tendrils will stretch across a very large area around it. If walls are encountered it will grow up them and hang from the ceiling. The warm light serves to entice prey to get close before it whips into action. The bulb opens to reveal a much fleshier inside, slick with fluids and appendages to take advantage of whoever is caught. It will keep prey and drug them until someone is able to retrieve them. What happens inside the bulb immediately after capture has not been recorded. All subjects have no memory following being ingested. Full documentation of the tendrils that grow out is not available, but they are fully capable of movement and are known to secrete a sticky sap.

Seems like it is quite powerful, but the botanist said that a good shock to the bulb should leave it stunned long enough to retrieve the junior researcher. You’re not supposed to kill it, just get the researcher out. You shrug. “Should be easy enough, it’s just a big plant. It might be fast, but I’m probably faster.”

You hit the button and the heavy door hisses open, it leads to another door down a short corridor. The auxiliary light with you is more than enough to keep the small area lit. The door behind you shuts with a ‘Chunk!’ and the second door slides open. A red warning light shines in the small corridor as it goes, it stays open just in case you need to jump out. The emergency shut button is on the right side of the door, glowing so it’s visible even without any light.

You can’t see much past the second door, a bunch of limp vines hanging from the top. You’re ready since you had read the notes so easily. The vines whip forward, but you duck under them, sliding forward into the room. The walls are crawling with vines, and a warm glow comes from the bulb in the center. You need to shoot it quickly to stun it, but it’ll be hard if you can’t look. Plus the vines are already zeroing in on your new position.

A. Take a look and shoot, if you can stun it the vines will stop. You’re quite far though. (Resistance roll followed by an easier aim roll)

B. Try and shoot it without looking, but you’re quite far. (Very hard aim roll)

C. Try and get closer before taking a shot.

D. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 15%

Arousal: 1.5

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Vial of Milk Weed Milk

Vial of Puff Petunia Nectar

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 17/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses

You can’t get a clear shot from here, and the vines whipping at you give you quite an incentive to get closer. You jump to the side, narrowly dodging the tendril that meant to pull your ankle out from under you. Landing on your feet, you duck under another tentacle aimed for your head. Tucking and rolling, you try and get closer to the bulb to get a better shot.

(Rolling dodge: pass 77 lucky DUBS)

You drop under a tentacle swinging at your chest, and at the same time crush one meaning to trip you up. Looks like you won’t be worrying about that one. As you get closer to the bulb, the tentacles get livelier. They whip at you faster now. Your legs are almost swept out from under you, but you hop over the vine like a jump rope. Two tentacles come from both sides now, one swinging high and the other low.

(Rolling dodge: critical failure!)

You try to do a cool jump between them, but only end up having both of them slam into you hard. The nanomachines seem to concentrate themselves just before the attack like you read, but it was still pretty hard.(-15 integrity. +15 from tank). One circles around your chest, sliding under your arms. The other around your waist. They both squeeze down, robbing you of whatever breath you had left after they knocked the wind out of you. You struggle against them, but their grip is much stronger than the small Milk Weed from before. Before you know it, it’s pulled your lab coat off of you. It drops to the ground, but the small vials seem to be okay since you didn’t hear anything shatter.

They maneuver you into position to force you to face the bulb. Your light had flown out of your hand and was now lying on the ground next to your coat. You’d have to pick them up after this. You’re reminded of why you’re here when you hear a loud muffled groan come from the direction of the bulb. You closed your eyes to keep from looking at it, but you could feel the vines pulling you closer. Soon enough you’d be pulled in even if you didn’t open your eyes. You’d have to act fast.

A. Try and struggle out of the vines and steady yourself for a shot, you were definitely closer now. (Struggle roll followed by an aim roll)

B. Fire now, you know you’re facing it so it can’t be that hard. Still, the vines flipping you around should make it difficult to get a good shot. (Fairly difficult aim roll)

C. Shoot the vines to get them to let you go, but the paralyzer will need a second before firing again. (Easier aim roll, but can’t shoot the bulb. Will use the time to get closer for an easier shot when it’s ready)

D. Anon choice.

Megan Cox

Status: Defense+, Turned on

Integrity: 100

Lust: 15%

Arousal: 1.5

Reputation 370/1000

Confident chick with a brain to boot.

Inventory:

Clipboard with checklist and plant notes

Labcoat

Vial of Milk Weed Milk

Vial of Puff Petunia Nectar

Polymer Suit

Glass vials

Belt

Fluid Tank: 2/30

Paralyzer: 5/5

Glasses