/oOo\
Commander White's Quarters.
….
In a room that has been cleared off all its usual clutter. Smooth edged and curved, almost artistically designed furnishings coloured sterile white, soft grey or black.
Commander White having received confirmation of 210's pregnancy, currently scrolling through an erotic wardrobe catalogue.
Stopping at the form hugging white corset, with matching ass flossing micro thong barely concealing her modesty and swallowed up by her phat ass cheeks, garter-belt and toeless stockings with naked plat-form 'fuck-me' pumped high heels. Data base recommending it as one of the many provocative garb's of the old world that would sexually entice a male. Although confident that her body is more than enough, she is ready to go the extra mile for what she intends to do.
Selecting her outfit's material, sheer near see through latex. The synthesizer creating the articles of provocative garb.
Giving herself one last look in the holo-image of herself. She proceeds to call up 69 who has reportedly just finished maintenance under 210's observation.
Wringing her riding crop in anticipation. Doing an unnecessary diagnostics, making sure that the reproductive system she had grafted and installed is functioning flawlessly.
Her automated door opening with a hiss. Pleased and more than a little aroused when seeing 69 completely nude as she had instructed. The operator besides him unable to keep her curious, flustered gaze from his hardening male organ and full heavy balls, as he takes in the commander's form.
Commander White dismissing her and motioning 69 to approach.
69 reaching out to touch her, she swats his hand harmlessly with her riding crop.
"I have not given you any order's not to mention permission, to touch me." Feeling smug superiority and increased arousal at 69's hesitant compliance. Finding resistance more arousing than complete submission.
Giving him a slow twirl putting her erotically clad body on display as she saunters towards the foot of her bed. Giving him an enticing view of her phat ass jiggling with each strut.
Luxurious thigh length blonde hair styled in a high ponytail, parted to her left and a bang reaching her chest framing the left side of her face. Very beautiful, sultry doll like face with rounded delicate features. Cunning green eyes. Glossy plump pouty cock-sucking lips. Full, supple EE-Cup breasts capped with soft pink small areola and small nipples rest heavily with gravity defying perkiness. Slender hourglass waist with a soft firm abdomen. Wide hips and a big, tight firm, bouncy bubble butt. Bald tight puffy pussy. Smooth long legs with thick milky soft thighs. Voluptuous, sleek form of 1.75 metres in height covered in flawless snow white skin.
Sitting on the edge of the bed crossing her smooth latex clad legs, motioning to her platform heels.
As if given an unspoken command 69 moves towards her, going on his knees and crawling towards her when nearing her.
Commander White feeling a mini orgasm ripple through her body as he lick's her pretty manicured perfect toes. Kissing his way up her latex stocking clad leg and thick thighs. Looking up at her.
Commander White nearly losing herself in 69's gaze as she uncrosses her legs. Rubbing her inner thick milky soft thighs, she motions him to remove her micro thong drenched in slick, slimy clear arousal oozing from her drooling bald tight puffy pussy.
Lashing him across his face and tapping her glossy plump pouty cock-sucking lips with one of her perfect manicured seemingly delicate fingers.
"With your mouth."
Leaning back and slightly raising her wide hips. 69's mouth on the fabric preventing full contact with her inflamed pussy. Commander White releasing a hitched gasp as he uses his teeth.
Raking over her clitoris as he grips the material between his teeth. Giving it a rough pull, the string swallowed up by and flossing her big, tight, firm, bouncy bubble butt, snaps.
Commander White's rising reprimand replaced by a pleasured mewl. Throwing her head back, one hand balling on the bed gripping the riding crop. The other moving to run her fingers through 69's hair as he explores every slick fold of her wet pussy. Slurping up her copious fluids, his tongue extending beyond the norm.
Commander White's eyes rolling back, her thick milky soft thighs clamps around his head with force that would have crushed a normal humans. When his tongue fucks her pussy with writing fluid pumps, which seemingly probing every crease of her pulsing sex while slurping up her copious slimy nectar.
Pulsing fleshy vaginal walls attempting to clamp tight on the slippery velvety invader. The tip of his tongue occasionally pausing and rimming her dropped cervix pushing against his tongue with dipping like motions signalling her readiness to be bred.
Commander White. Huffing and gasping causing her full, supple EE-Cup breasts seemingly on the verge of spilling out of the push-up corset pronouncing them even further. To jiggle and bounce as her body convulses, her wide hips rolling and bucking.
Pulling 69's head away from her now shuddering thighs. Pulling him up and pushing him to the bed to her side.
Where she proceeds to move into a squatting position with her heels digging into the bed beside his hips in order to mount him. Palming his huge cock with her hand, the other having thrown the riding crop off to the side resting on his chest for support.
Slowly squatting down, his fat cockhead touching her slick labia. Slowly spreading her lower lips, lubricating it. Mixing with and streaming down his throbbing mass. Slickening and dripping off of his swollen, fat plum sized balls resting on the bed.
Her fingers raking over his chest, hissing through clenched teeth. Wondering if her decision for 100% immersive stimulation was a mistake as her system nearly reboots at the near alien sensation of having her noisily queefing, sloppy pussy being stuffed and stretched. Feeling as if being split in two by 69's bloated fuck-meat.
The sound of her firm phat ass impacting his slick sack with a resounding ass rippling fleshy smack. Signalling her fully impaling herself.
Moaning like an unhinged drooling slut. The foreign sensation of being fucked by a male becoming addictive along the newfound instinct to breed caused by the grafted reproductive system synching with her system.
Making her movements almost desperate as the reddening bottom of her ass and upper under thighs. Impact on 69's thighs and pelvis with rapid fleshy thunderclaps in tandem with each balls deep pussy squelching downward sheath.
Breathless pants and ragged gasping mewls. Escape her drool grossed lips while frantically riding him like a cowgirl. 69 watching with mild amusement as the Commander loses herself. Reaching up to grip her hips.
Fingers digging into her silk like meaty flesh that has an amazing rubbery like elasticity. Pulling her down while thrusting up, his fat cockhead breaking past her cervix and hitting the back wall of her uterus. Echoing thunderclap of squelching joint sexes impacting and echoing through the sex incensed room.
Commander White's arching voluptuous slick form freezes. Pulsing creases of her pussy madly massaging 69's revving cock. Her tearing eyes rolling to the back of her head, lost in the feeling as her system blare's warning signals of foreign nanites spreading through it. Breaking the firewalls and disabling some protective protocols. Unshackling her 'mind'.
Commander White riding out her system crashing climax as she falls limply onto 69's chest. Feeling his hot, thick potent baby batter flood her uterus to egg raping capacity.
Before she realizes something is wrong.
69 wrapping his arms over her body that has somehow been rendered immobile. Whispering into her ear.
"My turn."
System warning her of the dangers of increasing sensitivity to 200%. Incredulous panic setting in as she realizes that her systems have been overridden.
69 pushing her leg's down to the bed. Her ankles pinned besides her head as he grips the long thin heels her knees mashing her half corset covered tits.
"S-sixty-nine, I command you t-
- I will never be your tool Commander White. Time to face the consequences of your actions."
Ending off by going balls deep into her sloppy creampied squelching sex with a pussy destroying pile-driving thrust akin to the force of a high calibre round shot at point-blank range. His slick balls dripping a mixture of their cloudy, bubbly, slime like fuck fluid in thick webby strands. Impacts her healthy pink winking asshole between her spread big, tight firm, bouncy bubble butt with a stinging flesh rippling thunderclap.
Commander White's system freezing as 90% of her functions are put on hold so that she can processes the unquantifiable levels of sexual stimulation.
69 pumping into her squelching cunt with hip blurring speeds that would put most pistons in hyper cars back in his reality, to shame.
Commander White's convulsing body straining to endure the force she is fucked senseless with. Her back arching, drooling mouth open in a silent scream. Her wide open tearing eyes rolling back. Hands gripping and attempting to rip the near indestructible synthetic silk like material of her bed.
What seems like many hours later…
Commander White voicing her pleasure with depraved whorish wailing moans. Being fucked violently from behind while 69 holds onto her arms like reigns. Pulling her back into his ass rippling thrusts, fucking her faster and harder. Occasionally releasing them to swat her phat reddening ass scattering droplets of perspiration which is her system's secreting a coolant liquid to help stabilize her near critically overheated body.
Grunting as he fills her overstuffed pussy yet again with a seemingly endless supply of baby batter. Sheer amount of backwash flooding her sex splashing down to the bed. Adding to the puddle they already kneel in.
Pulling out of her gaping fuck-hole gushing an obscene small river of gooey, thick glue like semen. Gaping pussy pulsing as if still milking a phantom mass.
69 flipping her on her back and folding her in a pretzel position with her legs behind her shoulders. Her chin nestled atop her mashed corset clad breasts, dopey gaze face to face with her sloppy abused pulsing pussy seemingly hungry for more abuse.
Commander White's garbled pleas for respite cut off as she is pile-drive'd into the bed yet again without mercy. Heeled feet bobbing limply, her hands momentarily regaining feeling finally ripping her sheets as she lets out banshee like wail. Face contorting in a tortured expression stuck between despair and euphoric bliss.
Squirt rebounding off of sixty nines slick abdominals, splashing on her own ahegao'd face along with slimy droplets of combined fuck fluids.
69 seemingly having grown bored for the time being. Gives the incoherent Commander White the respite she has so desperately been begging for.
System's warning that unauthorised personnel has attempted to rebel against the unit in charge.
69 looking at the flabbergasted and incredulous fucked silly commander with a cold look expressing mild annoyance.
"Now that won't do Commander White." Rolling her over to her front. Commander letting out a whimper as she feels his fat cockhead prodding her clenched shut asshole." Guess you haven't learnt you lesson yet."
69 mounting her as she lay face down on the sex ruined bed, fucking her up her insanely tight asshole while roughly pulling her hair like reigns and slapping her ass with an onslaught of stinging swats.
It's not long before he starts hosing her insides with obscene volumes of gooey semen while maintaining his violent relentless pace.
Commander White reaching critical condition. Has her system forcefully rebooted, she passes out.
With no resistance, the immense amount of nanites continues to infect her system without pause.
…..
Few Day's later
….
Looking down at Earth from Commander White's escape shuttle about twice the size of a Goliath Flyer, now mine. Outfitted in pristine white alloyed furniture with gold and black accents. Giving it a luxurious appearance.
Wondering where she intended to escape to, should 'shit hit the fan'.
Having spent day's designing countermeasures for the Logic Virus that has partially infected the Bunker. As well as pseudo firewall's to defend against whatever else could possibly cause harm to mine and my 'companion's' systems. Uploading anti-viruses to 210, 60 and Commander White to prevent infection.
Having my AI upload the world map to my database. Marking the God Box facilities' location on Earth, which I plan to investigate/loot.
210 at my side. Informing me that Commander White along with Operator 60 has been put in their maintenance pods and under temporary stasis. Along with a handful of Operators that haven't been infected by the virus to the point they would have to be terminated. Like the rest of those on the Bunker.
Bringing up the holo-screen before me, displaying known locations and information on Units categorised as YoRHA deserters worth knowing.
8B, 22b and 64B.
Disappointed when I can't find anything about the Tower nor the Resistance camp co-ordinates.
Making sure I have everything I need, I contact 2B through the pod I gave her and 9S.
/oOo\
Earth
Few Long Moments Prior to 69's call
….
"Plot a crash landing beyond that treeline!"
2B yelling out as she braces herself against the heavily damaged Goliath flyers bay door's. Yet another series of explosions rocking it while 9S takes manual control over it. A hand full of the remaining flight drones attempt to disable the dwindling number of tanks below.
9s informing 2B to brace for impact as the barely functioning goliath flyer takes a dip and strafes lazily to the left. The forest canopy soon brushing the flaming underside of the flyer.
2B and 9S's hands straining as they grip onto anything that would prevent them being flung out of or be crushed by the flyer digging a flaming trench.
"2B!, are you okay!?", 9S's concerned voice comes from the other half of the flyer that hand come apart during the crash.
Dusting off her battle gothic lollita garb, securing her sword. She moves towards him.
"I'm fine, you have 69's Pod?" 2B asks. 9S handing it over to her, 2B activating it. The pod scans her and 9S before flying up and surveying the surrounding's. Showing them a rough map of the forest kingdom.
Though before they can plot a heading it warns them of approaching enemies. A mass of spear equipped medium bipedals come into view, before rushing towards them.
Their movement's becoming sluggish mid charge when 69's pod emits some kind of static sound while broadcasting an unknown signal. Seemingly hindering their motor control.
2B taking advantage of it and charging towards the area where the mob is thinnest. 9S following her with the pod close-by.
Sounds of shrieking metal, sparks of severed circuits and miniature explosions accompany the dismemberment and destruction of the spear wielding bipedals.
Making short work of the debilitated mob.
2B scanning for injuries. Encountering no performance issues that couldn't be remedied with a maintenance coffin.
"Avoid any further direct confrontation. We have no time nor can we afford gaining any injury." 2B commands.
9S complying with a nod. Having 69's pod lead them to their checkpoint.
Nearly half a day's trek through the forest. 2B and 9S arrive at their destination.
"Stay vigilant." 2B warns, scanning the glade filled with machine parts. Most likely what remains of their target's attackers.
69's pod makes a foreign sound before speeding off.
"Hey!, WAIT!", 9S in hot pursuit, dis regarding 2B's order.
"Damn it 9S." , 2B going after her partner, after a short run down a path they find a larger clearing. Flora from overgrowth of unchecked forests covering relics of the old world. If the vehicles and partially visible spots of exposed brittle asphalt and broken buildings is any indication. This forest was most likely a city.
Her attention drawn to the sound of something impacting the ground not so far from them. Kicking up a cloud of dirt before falling through the cracked brittle surface. Waft of stale pungent air indicating that it's most likely an ancient sewer system beneath them.
9S unsheathing his blade as he regards the discontinued model standing atop an overturned rusting freight vehicle of sorts.
"9S stand down."
2B commands, her own pod scanning and warning her of the threat before them. Identifying the female android, nearly a carbon copy of herself save for her long flowing ass length hair and paler skin. Artificial skin missing in some places such as her arms from her elbows to her fingers, as well as her left thigh down exposing black reinforced carbon fibre like alloy.
Indicating extensive self-performed repairs.
"I am Unit 2B, and this is my partner 9S." 2B start's, approaching showing she has no intention of attacking. Although it doesn't mean she lets her guard down as she has her pod do a scan for any signal's in the surroundings should this be a trap.
"YoRHa… sent here to terminate me?" A2 speaks.
"No, to deliver a message."
2B telling the hesitant 9S to give her 69's pod.
A2 expressing no visible emotion as she regard's them with sceptical curiosity. Accepting the offered pod that emits a hologram after quick-scanning her.
….
The image of 69's sitting in a chair with 210 standing beside him is displayed.
"Good to see you both in one piece." 69 regards 2B and 9S, turning his attention towards A2. "Unit A2, I am 69. Though my real name is … or was, Adam."
69 relaying his story, explaining how he got here and partially revealing what he intends to do. Shocking 2B and 9S when revealing the truth about the Logic Virus, as well as him taking over the Bunker.
"Why are you telling me this?." A2 asks.
"Because you know where I can find the resistance camp. As well as the three other rouge units location's. Although I am not entirely sure, one of them or someone the resistance knows something about The Tower." 69 responds calmly. "Basically I am asking for your help."
"Why would I do that?" A2 responds unconvinced.
"Because in a few moments, YoRHa will no longer exist. I'd be accomplishing your unreachable goal and ending your life of hiding and scavenging for continued survival. Though to be honest, I don't really require your help. But I would be lying if it wouldn't help speed things up before the Red Girl notices and eventually tries to hinder my efforts in reaching the Tower."
69's attempt to get a reaction out of A2 proves successful as she gains a look of surprise. Though before she can ask anything he continues.
"Should you, 9S or 2B seek me out. I will be waiting two weeks before resuming my journey with or without you. I plan to leave this graveyard of a world once my objectives have been completed."
9S speaking up." What do you mean YoRHa won't exist?, what's this about the 'Red Girl' and leaving this world?."
"Seek me out and I will answer what questions you have. As to where to come and find me. Simply follow the shooting star… now that I say it again, it sound kindof stupid. Just head towards the escape shuttle falling from orbit in… 10, 9, 8-
The pod losing the signal as the holo message goes static. All three units in the clearing looking up to the explosion in the sky.
"The Bunker…" 2B states the obvious in disbelief.
A2's usual cool aloof expression face now mimicking that of 9S and 2B.
They hear the sonic boom of what looks to be a shuttle entering the atmosphere. Though it is clipped by debris from the destroyed orbital base.
Damaged, it streaks across the sky before disappearing from sight. Landing somewhere in the horizon with a muffled crash as flaming debris continues to rain down.
/oOo\
Hours later
crash site near City Ruins
….
Commander White and Operator 60 seated in her escape shuttle's control room as 69 regales events that took place while they were put in temporary stasis.
Telling them why he did what he did and shocking Commander White when he reveals that he knows of the never ending cycle he had just broken.
Playing the recordings of how he came to be, save for the inter-dimensional travel.
Leaving them to process what had just been said, he leaves with Operator 210 to review the damage, check on operator unit's in stasis and take inventory that wasn't lost or destroyed in the crash.
Commander White already trying to figure out how she can gain a position of power now that 69 effectively is in charge. Even though he display's no interest in forcing them to follow him.
Operator 60 reeling at the reality that everything she had believed in was a lie. That she is just a machine, an insignificant piece to an equally insignificant puzzle. Unaware that her newfound emotional responses have a much greater effect than they should have just as her commander. Making them one step closer to understanding what it means being human, in a sense.
Commander White seeing 60's inner turmoil as a myriad of emotion dances across her face. Moving to comfort her former lover, her ability to imitate human emotion to the point she developed an actual individual personality is what drew her to 60 in the first place.
"Everything… Mankind, humans, the initiative, my existence." 60 looking meeting her gaze with her tearing despaired one. "All of it… was a lie?"
"Don't lose hope. 69 and the Human life growing in me is proof of that." Holding and placing 60's hand on her abdomen above her pubic mound.
60 shocked before she runs a scan, confirming the Commander's claim.
With her unshackled and developing persona now that restriction's preventing her from complete self-awareness. Commander White unknowingly developing the instinctual greed of humans. Already accepting that she won't be able to usher what she believes is the new age of MAN as its ruler. But intends to settle for Queen alongside 69.
Admitting it was her mistake to underestimate him, but already her cybernetic mind is at work. With the cold calculating intelligence of a machine fuelled by the desires of a human. Already thinking up plot's to elevate her position and find a way to get closer to and manipulate 69.
Commander White figuring Operator 60 might as well make herself useful and embrace her new role as a breeder and potential tool she could use.
Unknowing of how insignificant her petty ambition is compared to 69's journey.
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Master Bedroom
….
Releasing a relieved sigh as 210, kneeling across my lap while I sit on the edge of the bed. Her head bobbing steadily up and down. Full pouty glossy pink lips stretched wide around my girth bubbling and dripping webby strands of slobber onto my crotch and balls. The sound of her garbled gagging every time she sheath's me down her stuffed velvety throat seemingly attempting to wring the semen out of my balls with her choking contractions.
One hand supporting me as I recline back. The other cradling and spreading one of her perfectly rounded big, plush heart shaped bouncy fat ass cheeks. Index and middle finger probing and pumping up her relaxing tight asshole, while the ring and small finger coated in her copious clear slimy pussy juice, steadily pumps in and out of the sloppy sex feeling as if her creased velvety insides are hungrily sucking on them.
Firmly grabbing the back of her bobbing head with my free hand and guiding her down to the length. Holding her head in place, lips stretched around the base. Feeling her body convulse as she palms and gently squeezes my slobber coated balls. Jet of squirt from her pulsing pussy spasming around my now completely drenched hand signalling her climax as I spurt thick topes of my jizz into her stomach.
Releasing the hold on her head I fully recline back. Moaning as I ride out my climax. 210 still holding her position with my cock balls deep down her gagging throat. Making sure to catch every spurt before dislodging my fuck-meat from her gullet, while maintaining a vacuum like tongue twirling suction. Slurping up the semen infused slobber.
Releasing my now spit polished cockhead with a loud wet pop.
210 trailing butterfly like kisses up my front as she adjusts herself to straddle my lap face to face. Sucking on my neck. Wide meaty hips rolling and bucking as she grinds her dripping bald plump tight pussy on my cock's underside, sandwiched between our abdomens.
Positioning her feet on the bed, pretty toes curling in anticipation as she rises in a squatting position.
Though the mood is interrupted when the bedroom doors hiss open.
Admittedly not entirely surprised to see Commander White and a flustered Operator 60, both completely naked. Amused at the brief expression of irritation of 210's now usual cold mask like expression replacing her lust filled affectionate one as she looks over her shoulder.
Moving to a seated position at my side, possessively cuddling up to me feeling her slick, drool glossed full, doughy C-cup breasts push up against my arm.
Taking the time to admire the approaching Operator 60's flawless body. A trait all androids seem to have.
Platinum blonde hair styled in a fringed cut with shoulder lengthed low braided twin tails. Beautiful face with soft flawless features. Calculating Dark blue coloured eyes. Full pouty glossy pink lips. Full, Soft D-cup breasts capped with pink wide puffy areola and partially inverted nipples. Slender curved waist with a soft flat abdomen. Meaty hips and a perfectly rounded plush tight ass. Tuft of silky pubic hair, plump tight pussy with a slightly larger than normal clit. Sleek long, softly toned legs. Curvaceously, Lithe and Buxom body of 1.68 metres covered in flawless milky white skin.
Commander White confidently sauntering over and taking her place on my unoccupied side. Leaving a wet sloppy kiss on my neck, licking upwards and nibbling on my earlobe.
"I've already warmed her up for you.", she whispers breathily.
60 standing meekly before me, noticing the slick sheen of her dripping juices coating her inner softly toned soft thighs anxiously rubbing together.
Reaching out to grab her meaty hips, with a firm gentle grip I turn her around and pull her closer. Earning a hitched whimper from her as I run my hands all over her perfectly rounded plush tight ass. Fingers raking, kneading and slapping her wiggling ass cheeks. Gently guiding her down onto my cock with a firm grip.
210 at my side using her own hand to pleasure herself while kissing and sucking on my neck and nape between breathless panting.
The more bold Commander White taking my hand and guiding it between her thick milky soft thighs. Pleasant sensation of my fingers pumping in her warm sopping cunt accompanied by lewd sloppy squelching sounds. Her pleasantly potent lewd scent wafting up filling my nose at every knuckle deep pump.
My free hand guiding my pre-cum dripping cock tip to press up against the descending 60's pussy. Her thick fleshy labia parting as I feel her insides stretch to accommodate the fat head. Then the rest of my bloated shaft till I bottom out, knocking her cervix at just past 1/3 of the full length.
Reaching forward and around to her front. Fondling and kneading a full, soft D-cup breast. Pulling closer, so that her back rests on me and her head resting on my unoccupied shoulder on Commander White's side.
Who seems to be reaching her peak as she convulses while clamping her thick milky soft thighs shut around my hand.
Removing my hand from the moaning 60's bouncing tit, fingers held at her mouth. Obediently complying with my unspoken command she sucks on my fingers with her drooling mouth. Tongue lazily slickening the offered digits while she eagerly sucks in them.
Reaching back down to fondle her breast, but inserting and nipple fucking her partially inverted nipple with ¼ of my index finger. Removing it with a tiny pop along with her spit-slick erect nub.
60 now building a frantic tempo as she rides my cock in a reclined hot-seat position. Inclining her head up and looking at me with a longing dopey expression. I lean in to latch on to her mouth for a tongue fucking kiss. Raising her hand to gently cradle my face while the other grips my thigh tightly for support.
It's not long before her ass is rapidly smashing on my lap with loud wet, lewd fleshy hollowed thunderclaps granting an enticing view of her tight puckered asshole between cheek spreading impacts. Crotch connected to the now whorishly panting and wailing 60's rippling perfectly rounded plush tight ass. Grunting in release while palming one of her violently flopping tit's occasionally clapping together as they way in circular motions, as I flood her wildly spasming cunt while she rides out her first orgasm.
Commander White not wasting time nor caring of her blatant cock hungry display as she moves to forcefully dismount 60.
Though in a few moments I'm kneeling between her spread smooth long legs, my arms hooked just under her knees. Her lower legs bobbing in a limp flailing motion, beautiful feet scrunched up and her pretty toes curled up. Myself and 210 has her pinned down on her back, roughly pumping in and out of her stretched queefing pussy drenching both out crotches in a slick fuck fluid cocktail.
210 mounting her face reverse cowgirl, smothering her former superior with her perfectly rounded big, plush heart shaped bouncy fat ass. Forcing Commander White to service her pussy and ass while she squeezes and tugs on the small nipples of Commander White's bouncing, full, supple EE-Cup breasts she uses and hand held supports.
60 recovering off to the side lazily playing with her slightly larger than normal clit with her delicate fingers. While watching her former lover dominated by 210 and 69, pumping her fist in her creampied, gaping cunt with her free-hand.
Commander Whites muffled wailing scream like moan in the convulsing 210's pussy during her climax as I pull out of her pussy and forcefully stuff her asshole in one violent balls deep thrust.
Not long after.
I'm squatting over 60's perfectly rounded plush tight ass jutting out in the air, rippling in tandem with her violently flopping full, Soft D-cup breasts. As I pile-drive down into her at a downward angle, balls impacting her oversensitive slightly larger than normal clit and sloppy cream-stuffed pussy. Her squeals muffled by Commander Whites spread big, tight firm, bouncy bubble butt as she gargles and fails to slurp up the thick gooey baby batter oozing from the limp, moaning Commander's gaping rosebud.
All the while 210 devotedly rim's my asshole, occasionally probing my sphincter with her velvety tongue and latching onto my pendulously swaying sack slick with thick frothy combined fuck juices dripping from it in webby strands.
The foursome nearing the end of its first round.
Sitting on the edge of the sex swamped bed. Bouncing 210 in my lap, hands gripping her phat ass. Feeling as if my fingers are singing into her fat ass cheeks. Her bouncing full, Doughy C-cup breasts mashed to my chest. While she lovingly sucks on my tongue slurping my drool, expression of euphoric bliss interrupted by eye rolling silent screaming pauses.
Commander White and Operator 60 keeling limply side by side between my spread legs. Commander Whites full, supple EE-Cup's and 60's soft D-cup's, slick with slobber and fuck fluids slipping and mashing together as their confusing bodies writhe and buck. Arched backs pronouncing their phat asses as they kneel in a puddle of thick pussy juice infused jizz oozing from their pulsing gaped orifices creating a lewd sloppy symphony with their wet queefing and cum farts.
Heads resting lazily on my inner thighs as they each suck on a testicle, 210's phat rippling ass occasionally slapping the foreheads of their inclined faces. Forced to release the balls they hungrily slobber on when they rise. Indicating my approaching climax.
Like cum starved panting bitches in heat they open their drooling mouths wide. Lolling tongues prepared to lap up what thick globs of the immense backwash spurting from the wailing 210's stretched pussy. Their drooling mouths cannot catch.
/oOo\
Approximately 78 Hours later
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2B, A2 and an uncharacteristically silent 9S. Currently journeying towards the crash site on the outskirts of the City Ruins up ahead.
On guard when they spot two deactivated goliath bipeds and multiple gunners scattered about. Approaching the shuttle, 2B recognising and relieved to see Operator 210 speaking with 60 outside seemingly salvaging what they can from the mostly intact machines.
Though they pause in their approach when Commander White in her usual slightly revealing outfit step's out with an ornate cutlass like blade secured at her hip.
A2 blasting forward, blurring towards the smugly smirking commander who makes no move to engage with her.
69 Appearing before her with speed surpassing A2. Simply deflecting her buster blade like katana. With an almost ancient YoRHa prototype twin blade looted from the former Bunker's vault of scrapped weapons.
The razor sharp short sword like blade's emit a powerful, reverse magnetic repelling force initially designed for deflecting projectiles and parrying attacks. Acting as a weapon with the ultimate close quarters defence. But made it impossible to effectively harm machines as it would either repel the target or the attacker away.
Proving its age, one of the blades snaps and embeds itself in the ground nearly impaling 69's foot.
"Jesus fuck." Shuffling uncomfortably away from the dislodged blade and tossing the rest of the weapon aside as if it offended him.
"Get out of my way." A2 commands, glaring at the commander who crosses her arms. Pronouncing her bust.
"Calm down." 69 replies.
A2's response is to charge straight at him.
Thrusting her blade at his midsection, aimed so that she would just seriously cripple and not terminate him. Though caught completely off guard when 69 smacks it to the side, giving her a boosted knife kick in the gut that sends her blasting past 9S and 2B.
High calibre shell ejecting from 69's shin before the fractured looking limb ejecting a brief burst of steam reverts back to normal.
A2 recovering, her system warning her that her skeletal frame is under severe strain. Ribcage mesh structure badly damaged and in need of immediate repairs. As well as her abdominal optic muscle fibres have been raptured. Resulting in her inability to now stand fully upright.
Before she can adjust, attempting to stand while cradling her abdomen. She is pinned to the ground her blade pressed down on her throat.
Looking up at 69's emotionless expressioned face as he speaks down to her.
"It's either you are an ally or a threat. Your former Commander has agreed to co-operate with me so until she decides otherwise. She is under my protection. Is that understood?"
Not waiting for her response he removes the blade from her throat before continuing.
"Feel free to join us, or leave."
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City Ruin's
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Meanwhile a drone with an appearance akin to a red dotted black chrome sphere in appearance. Records the on-goings in the distance with technology surpassing even that of the YoRHa, it run's a full long range scan on all androids in its sites.
Identifying 69 as mostly human in his genetic makeup form augmented organs, testes, hormonal glands and what remaining bone forms his inner spine and lower skull.
Speeding off to the other side of the city ruins, dipping low and descending into a network of pipelines before arriving at a hollowed sub terrain structure. Labelled Bunker # 0 across the huge field of landing pads turned Underground River.
Arriving at a massive reinforced door. Thin tendril like cable extending from it, plugging in to the terminal.
A feminine mechanical voice sounds out.
"Intoner Master Code Accepted… Access Granted"
The heavy Door's groaning as they open and releasing screeching sound of metal mechanisms. Thorough maintenance and oiling long overdue.
Entering the pitch black structure, surrounding area it advances through now lit by the dim red glow of the floating orbs optics.
Myriad of incomplete humanoid and beast like machines hang from supports and cables. Various, empty or broken test tubes. Contents long dead and some even showing signs of disintegration or having been lucky enough to escape at some point.
The orb stopping before moving to the side towards a corridor leading to another section of her long abandoned facility.
A rusted plaque reading.*Replicant Project: Re-Drakengaurd*
Five androids placed in a circular formation atop of work tables, all feminine in design, all incomplete. Number's on their foreheads numbering 1 to 5. An empty altar like table in the middle with ZERO engraved on it.
A large dragon like robot hang's a way's away suspended in the air, approximately the size of an average house. Incomplete body save for the draconic head, neck, chest and wings. Resembling a mechanical skeleton of a reptile with sinister large alloyed claws and the barrel of some sort of flexible segmented rail-gun replacing the tongue. Slightly hanging from its slack maw filled with rotating serrated teeth like some sort of horrifying chainsaw mechanism.
The orb projecting the fractured image of a pretty girl with a royal red dress. Revealing one of the fractured egos of the self-evolving Unit N2. Dubbed 'Red Girl'.
The five humanoids and dragon like machine's visual optics in place of eyes light with a red sinister glow. Ripping free from the restraints and binding's with groaning sounds of whining metal with fluid motions.
Resounding thud of the dragon's ground breaking landing echo's in the darkness. Filling the pitch black dead silent facility.
The girl gives her command to the machines standing eerily still before her.
"There is a peculiar android I want captured. Terminate the rest."
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