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love_and_lustA collection of stories ranging from a king and his close relationship with his most honorable knight, to an android unit sent to "correct" a fellow android's behavior with his big android dick, all the way up to and including a younger M. Bison's first time!
This is Bison's Babes.
A combination of worldly desire and sheer force of will, teenage Bison was a stud in the midst of coming up with his own style of fighting. The only thing missing was finding the means to remove the goodness buried deep within his own soul. One day this would be rectified, but for now there's a quiet feeling that this man can be trusted. It's an air that he learns to give off well enough to attract others to him, as Bison does not yet have the full on skill required to force others on his side.
A work in progress, as it were.
Still, he has his needs and things he's willing to learn. Which has led the young man to Mamako Oosuki, an older and full-bodied woman that he lived in the general area of. She was hard to miss, what with her flowing brown hair, lovely smile, and incredible curves. Hips you could hold onto forever and an ass you could pound for days. This was before you even got to Mamako's impressive chest and the incredible strain they must put on any bra or piece of clothing.
Yes, she would do well to be Bison's first. His adult cruelty not one hundred percent there, Bison is able to come across as genuine despite the cloud hanging over his head. The sort of feeling one may get from another that is at a crossroads in his life. Sure, Bison has done bad things--absolutely bad things--but he hasn't made the decision that would change his life into a cold and uncaring individual. Perhaps this is the reason he is able to pull Mamako to him.
It starts off simple enough: greetings from the more personable older woman, short responses from the young man. Then it grew to lingering looks that she caught coming from him. His build, the occasional treatment of kindness he gives her, the way he looks at her from time to time. Maybe all of this helped in bringing him into the middle of Mamako's living room.
Or maybe she wanted to fuck the neighborhood stud, which M. Bison most certainly was. He just needs her guidance, and he stands there open to her every word and direction. Which is why he comes to Mamako's room when she calls for him...
On the edge of a lake 2B falls. Her weapons drop along with her. The android's pod falls alongside her, unable to move or register a response. Just before then he alerted her to someone attempting to upload the virus. His last words to his companion are that he can do nothing to stop it. After that, her system is swiftly attacked, rendering her weaponless and even destroying her most of 2B's outfit in an explosion that leaves her weak and barely able to move.
Wearing nothing but the thong singlet(?) she wore underneath everything, 2B gets a look at a figure approaching her. The likely assailant confirms his identity as the being that uploaded the virus. Looking past her to a cabin that sits on a nearby hill, the figure picks 2B up and slings over his shoulder. "Unit 2B, you have been absent for too long. Assuming a glitch in your system to be the cause, I have uploaded a virus to ensure that you will not bring me any harm."
Reaching the cabin, the figure slings open the door and approaches the bed. Were he programmed to appreciate all of this, he would compliment the intimacy of this little building as well as the fact that it has survived for so long in all of..this. Instead he deposits 2B onto the mattress, her body rolling onto its side, her back facing him. No, he was programmed to appreciate far better looking things than some wooden building.
They made her well. The figure smiles and resumes speaking. "I am unit Bison, number sixty-nine. I am programmed to apprehend AWOL female units, fix their glitch, and send them back to base happy and in line with their given orders. The virus I uploaded in you will enhance your pleasure receptors while dulling your pain so that you can handle my endowed unit in each notable orifice you possess." Taking note that 2B is trying to move on the mattress, Bison removes his own clothing with ease, revealing a muscular build and an absolute unit as well.
"You can move all you want. I have been programmed to find your weak attempts at motion arousing." Bison approaches the bed and joins 2B, tearing away the last bit of clothing she wore. He let's her fall onto her back, breasts giving an enticing bounce. The unit licks his lips and reaches down to fondle one of the pale, round mounds. It gives no resistance, instead being worked with ease by 2B's assailant.
"You're well made." He compliments, sitting beside 2B, his pupil-less gaze taking in the sight of her nude form.
To function properly, a kingdom needs many a resource at his disposal. While many are based in economics and numbers, no kingdom is complete without a proper defense. No king is truly safe without a capable bodyguard. Enter Erza, a young up and coming member of the king's forces. Seventeen with a wit as sharp as her sword, the redhead shot up King Bison's ranks with alarming speed. Her focus was enough to worry even the strongest of wills about a possible uprising or betrayal, but the king never once got that feeling from the young Erza.
No, she has only ever displayed utter and complete loyalty to the man. Often she carried herself with pride and oozed confidence, only ever bending her knee to her king. Open to learning and often sure of her choices, Erza impressed her king quickly enough that she could be seen at his side more than most, rivaling the king's officials and even giving the king advice every now and again when he sought it.
It's this trust that sees Bison accepting Erza's request to meet with him in the dead of night a week after news breaks out in whispers that the queen is barren and can sire no children for the powerful leader. As such, his chambers were empty, the queen living within the castle walls and quite comfortably, but on the other side of the property. She didn't want to hear the cries of pleasure from other women that she similarly knew and enjoyed.
One notable difference to Bison is that Erza is out of her armor. A show of vulnerability and trust on her end, perhaps? He nods in greeting towards Erza when she drops to her knee in respect, bidding her to rise to her feet. Even with her armor on, Erza's body was difficult to hide, but now it looked to be on full display: the strings off her cloth top strain against the swell of her pale breasts, her pants clinging to those soft and likely toned legs. Standing there with the moon shining through to cast light in Bison's chambers, the young woman could be mistaken for some sort of Goddess.
Something to be worshiped. Yet she fidgets. Looks nervous, even. "Speak your words, girl." So commands her king.
"Struggling is useless." The large business man assures poor Satsuki. Leading what she thought to be an average takeover of someone else's business has turned into something much worse for the young woman. Instead this man has overwhelmed her with abilities she never knew he possessed, only to be collared and chained, with the big bastard holding the chain and told that her mother set this up! The only thing this man required was her daughter, and she obliged him of his request!
With Satsuki naked as the day she was born, Bison looks down at her with a wicked grin on his face. Her wrists are bound behind her back, Bison pushing the girl roughly against the table so that she ends up in a bent over position, her ass on display. "I went through a lot to make sure this deal was successful. So I'll be sure to have my fill of you, girl." Bison starts things off with a simple swat right across both of Satsuki's pale cheeks.
Noel did what many in the force thought impossible: she had M. Bison, an old foe of her father's, put away. So then why was she at the prison demanding to see the man she put away a few months later? Well, it came to her attention that this horrible excuse for a human being was being given the good life, even in the cold walls of prison!
So the warden and guards would need to forgive the petite blonde for throwing one helluva fit upon her arrival. Showing Noel the way to Bison seems like the right call, but Noel was trusting far too many of the wrong individuals for all of this. It's a shame for her, yet she brings it on herself by underestimating the reach of the powerful M. Bison. Nothing seems out of sorts even when she steps into his wing of the prison.
That's essentially what it boils down to: his own slice of the prison itself! So angered by this is Noel that she doesn't notice one of the guards slipping behind her until it's too late. A clubbing blow renders Noel unconscious. When she wakes later, it's to the feeling of something warm, hard, and heavy slapping her across the face. Opening her eyes reveals this thing to be a cock--and a mighty big one at that. She's sure to struggle or try to push away, but can't, thanks to her hands being cuffed behind her back. Not that she may be able to anyway, what with Bison's free hand tangled in the girl's blonde locks to ensure she gets nothing but a near face full of hard dick.
Looking up enough will reveal this incredible appendage to belong to none other than--!
Good or bad, ninjas gotta ninja. For Sheena Fujibayashi, this is being done for the greater good. The possibility of securing damaging information on a supposedly good man. A charitable businessman on the surface, Sheena felt something..off about the man known as M. Bison. Women in the man's various programs often went missing, or seemed to be excused away. Proof of some kind was always on Bison's side, deep in her gut, Sheena knew better than to believe what this guy sent out to the press.
She just needed to find it. So when a female reporter comes to Sheena in confidence claiming that Bison did a number of terrible things to her and others, the ninja jumps on the chance to turn wrong into right. That is what brought her to one of Bison's off-the-grid properties. Thankful to the reporter for pointing her out to an unknown and secluded place, Sheena finds herself slipping in with relative ease thanks to another helpful hint provided by the reporter: Bison had a thing for beautiful women and full curved figures.
Sheena had both to spare, and so posed as a maid joining the ranks of the others that took care of this place. For a couple days she searches around with no such luck until deciding to look into the man's personal chambers. The reporter assured her the likelihood of running into the man was slim to none. Not the type to outright fear another, Sheena did not underestimate her potential enemy so completely as to be foolish. Another thing M. Bison was known for was his own series of dojos around the world that taught a variety of martial arts to any who sought them out. Even with this, there was news out there among the populace that M. Bison came up with his own type of fighting style.
One he shares with no other.
So caution was the best way to go, obviously. Still, all the caution in the world doesn't prepare her being caught trying to crack the businessman's safe. It's more like an ambush really, as the moment she cracks the safe open, a burst of powerful energy hits the poor ninja maid square in the back. Sheena makes a weak turn around just in time to see a looming figure strike her in the gut.
Sheena's world goes black. When she wakes once more, Sheena finds that she is on a plane. Worse than that, the reporter is there to greet her! It's then revealed that this was all a set-up, the reporter being one of the women that Bison "opened the eyes of"--the woman's own words. Suitably angered by this revelation, Sheena makes an attempt to get out and lay this bitch out--only to find that she can't. Getting a better look at her surroundings reveals that Sheena isn't just bent over because she's a little weak, but because her hands have been bound to a metal post.
Trying to rise to her feet does nothing but put the ninja in a bent position, and with her short maid skirt, there's an obvious reason why. "It's all coming together, isn't it, Fujibayashi?" Bison can be heard approaching from behind Sheena, his hand reaching out to cup one of Sheena's soft cheeks under the skirt. Sheena fell for the outfit even down to the lacy, barely-there thong underwear she wore. She can feel each inch of Bison's rough, strong hand fondling her ass like it belonged to him.
Like she belonged to him now. "I'm going to fuck you thousands of miles in the air. No one will hear your cries except for my men..and my women." The reporter blushing and bows, thanking M. Bison for the glory he bestows upon her. Then she leaves to wait elsewhere, stating that she looks forward to hearing Sheena squeal like a whore.
A pair of powerful beings trade blows to one another, energy flashing as a heroine looks to fell a villain. A villain that once blackmailed the heroine by having her trade a night of fucking her how he pleased with the promised safety of others. This alone would be enough to anger the heroine. Only to see these people wind up dead and in the news weeks later sealed the villain's fate. The things he did to her!
What he made her do to him! He defiled her in ways she didn't think another could or ever would. The outfits, the collar, the whips. What he put inside of her, how he stretched her. It all pushes the heroine to seek the villain out, leading to her attacking the man and putting him on the ropes, so to speak. The villain is caught off guard by her sudden appearance, she's landing hard, powerful blows. When she's able to hurt him enough that she can get her hands on his throat--!
Then it all ends, in the sudden. The heroine's rage leaves her blind in it, seeing only red. This allows the villain to defend, take the blows, and wait for an opening. The rage he stirred within the heroine does just that, and the man takes the heroine's wrists and binds them together. Just like that her power leaves the heroine weak and vulnerable. He drops her with a powerful blow, aware that he need not hold back against the heroine. She isn't knocked out, but very much awake.
While still glaring daggers at the villain, she spits his name out with undisguised disgust. Bison is his name. M. Bison. The villain smiles down at the woman and picks her up, throwing her into an SUV that's pulling up. He says her name with much more warmth in it.
"Wonder Woman." He says, closing the door behind them and telling his driver to take them back to base. All the while he pulls Wonder Woman into his lap, positioning her so that her legs rest spread out over his. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered your little weakness." The villain tugs on Wonder Woman's top, watching as a single breast bounces free. Large and heavy, Bison begins to fondle the big tit, knowing he has nothing to worry about any longer.
"At least it isn't a glowing green rock, hm?" He laughs a booming laugh as the SUV speeds down the street.
A file lands beside the body of a leggy, busty blonde teenage girl. Her face is cute but her body is incredible. Her usually nice long hair is disheveled and splayed out. She lays on the bed of a man she doesn't know, waiting to hear what he has to say. Her arrival in this strange place was sudden; almost like the girl was snatched out of thin air.
So she waits, being given permission to sit up if she so chooses. Lucy's keys taken from her, the girl had initially tried resisting this man to no avail. All she got for her trouble was a slap that hurt more than she would have probably liked to admit. So the girl stays where she fell, hoping that them being in this room didn't mean what she thought it meant. "Lucy Heartfilia. Seventeen. Guild: Fairy Tail. There's more information in the file. You can read it if you like." Bison pauses to see if Lucy will accept the offer to see what information has been gathered about her while the big muscular man in the suit continues to speak.
"Second member from this guild to be brought in. Second member from her world to be brought in."
In a fit of jealousy and desire to prove herself to the very man she protects, Kagura seeks out her employer to show him that she is more than just a sword, and plenty useful to him.
This is Bison's Babes.
A combination of worldly desire and sheer force of will, teenage Bison was a stud in the midst of coming up with his own style of fighting. The only thing missing was finding the means to remove the goodness buried deep within his own soul. One day this would be rectified, but for now there's a quiet feeling that this man can be trusted. It's an air that he learns to give off well enough to attract others to him, as Bison does not yet have the full on skill required to force others on his side.
A work in progress, as it were.
Still, he has his needs and things he's willing to learn. Which has led the young man to Mamako Oosuki, an older and full-bodied woman that he lived in the general area of. She was hard to miss, what with her flowing brown hair, lovely smile, and incredible curves. Hips you could hold onto forever and an ass you could pound for days. This was before you even got to Mamako's impressive chest and the incredible strain they must put on any bra or piece of clothing.
Yes, she would do well to be Bison's first. His adult cruelty not one hundred percent there, Bison is able to come across as genuine despite the cloud hanging over his head. The sort of feeling one may get from another that is at a crossroads in his life. Sure, Bison has done bad things--absolutely bad things--but he hasn't made the decision that would change his life into a cold and uncaring individual. Perhaps this is the reason he is able to pull Mamako to him.
It starts off simple enough: greetings from the more personable older woman, short responses from the young man. Then it grew to lingering looks that she caught coming from him. His build, the occasional treatment of kindness he gives her, the way he looks at her from time to time. Maybe all of this helped in bringing him into the middle of Mamako's living room.
Or maybe she wanted to fuck the neighborhood stud, which M. Bison most certainly was. He just needs her guidance, and he stands there open to her every word and direction. Which is why he comes to Mamako's room when she calls for him...
On the edge of a lake 2B falls. Her weapons drop along with her. The android's pod falls alongside her, unable to move or register a response. Just before then he alerted her to someone attempting to upload the virus. His last words to his companion are that he can do nothing to stop it. After that, her system is swiftly attacked, rendering her weaponless and even destroying her most of 2B's outfit in an explosion that leaves her weak and barely able to move.
Wearing nothing but the thong singlet(?) she wore underneath everything, 2B gets a look at a figure approaching her. The likely assailant confirms his identity as the being that uploaded the virus. Looking past her to a cabin that sits on a nearby hill, the figure picks 2B up and slings over his shoulder. "Unit 2B, you have been absent for too long. Assuming a glitch in your system to be the cause, I have uploaded a virus to ensure that you will not bring me any harm."
Reaching the cabin, the figure slings open the door and approaches the bed. Were he programmed to appreciate all of this, he would compliment the intimacy of this little building as well as the fact that it has survived for so long in all of..this. Instead he deposits 2B onto the mattress, her body rolling onto its side, her back facing him. No, he was programmed to appreciate far better looking things than some wooden building.
They made her well. The figure smiles and resumes speaking. "I am unit Bison, number sixty-nine. I am programmed to apprehend AWOL female units, fix their glitch, and send them back to base happy and in line with their given orders. The virus I uploaded in you will enhance your pleasure receptors while dulling your pain so that you can handle my endowed unit in each notable orifice you possess." Taking note that 2B is trying to move on the mattress, Bison removes his own clothing with ease, revealing a muscular build and an absolute unit as well.
"You can move all you want. I have been programmed to find your weak attempts at motion arousing." Bison approaches the bed and joins 2B, tearing away the last bit of clothing she wore. He let's her fall onto her back, breasts giving an enticing bounce. The unit licks his lips and reaches down to fondle one of the pale, round mounds. It gives no resistance, instead being worked with ease by 2B's assailant.
"You're well made." He compliments, sitting beside 2B, his pupil-less gaze taking in the sight of her nude form.
To function properly, a kingdom needs many a resource at his disposal. While many are based in economics and numbers, no kingdom is complete without a proper defense. No king is truly safe without a capable bodyguard. Enter Erza, a young up and coming member of the king's forces. Seventeen with a wit as sharp as her sword, the redhead shot up King Bison's ranks with alarming speed. Her focus was enough to worry even the strongest of wills about a possible uprising or betrayal, but the king never once got that feeling from the young Erza.
No, she has only ever displayed utter and complete loyalty to the man. Often she carried herself with pride and oozed confidence, only ever bending her knee to her king. Open to learning and often sure of her choices, Erza impressed her king quickly enough that she could be seen at his side more than most, rivaling the king's officials and even giving the king advice every now and again when he sought it.
It's this trust that sees Bison accepting Erza's request to meet with him in the dead of night a week after news breaks out in whispers that the queen is barren and can sire no children for the powerful leader. As such, his chambers were empty, the queen living within the castle walls and quite comfortably, but on the other side of the property. She didn't want to hear the cries of pleasure from other women that she similarly knew and enjoyed.
One notable difference to Bison is that Erza is out of her armor. A show of vulnerability and trust on her end, perhaps? He nods in greeting towards Erza when she drops to her knee in respect, bidding her to rise to her feet. Even with her armor on, Erza's body was difficult to hide, but now it looked to be on full display: the strings off her cloth top strain against the swell of her pale breasts, her pants clinging to those soft and likely toned legs. Standing there with the moon shining through to cast light in Bison's chambers, the young woman could be mistaken for some sort of Goddess.
Something to be worshiped. Yet she fidgets. Looks nervous, even. "Speak your words, girl." So commands her king.
"Struggling is useless." The large business man assures poor Satsuki. Leading what she thought to be an average takeover of someone else's business has turned into something much worse for the young woman. Instead this man has overwhelmed her with abilities she never knew he possessed, only to be collared and chained, with the big bastard holding the chain and told that her mother set this up! The only thing this man required was her daughter, and she obliged him of his request!
With Satsuki naked as the day she was born, Bison looks down at her with a wicked grin on his face. Her wrists are bound behind her back, Bison pushing the girl roughly against the table so that she ends up in a bent over position, her ass on display. "I went through a lot to make sure this deal was successful. So I'll be sure to have my fill of you, girl." Bison starts things off with a simple swat right across both of Satsuki's pale cheeks.
Noel did what many in the force thought impossible: she had M. Bison, an old foe of her father's, put away. So then why was she at the prison demanding to see the man she put away a few months later? Well, it came to her attention that this horrible excuse for a human being was being given the good life, even in the cold walls of prison!
So the warden and guards would need to forgive the petite blonde for throwing one helluva fit upon her arrival. Showing Noel the way to Bison seems like the right call, but Noel was trusting far too many of the wrong individuals for all of this. It's a shame for her, yet she brings it on herself by underestimating the reach of the powerful M. Bison. Nothing seems out of sorts even when she steps into his wing of the prison.
That's essentially what it boils down to: his own slice of the prison itself! So angered by this is Noel that she doesn't notice one of the guards slipping behind her until it's too late. A clubbing blow renders Noel unconscious. When she wakes later, it's to the feeling of something warm, hard, and heavy slapping her across the face. Opening her eyes reveals this thing to be a cock--and a mighty big one at that. She's sure to struggle or try to push away, but can't, thanks to her hands being cuffed behind her back. Not that she may be able to anyway, what with Bison's free hand tangled in the girl's blonde locks to ensure she gets nothing but a near face full of hard dick.
Looking up enough will reveal this incredible appendage to belong to none other than--!
Good or bad, ninjas gotta ninja. For Sheena Fujibayashi, this is being done for the greater good. The possibility of securing damaging information on a supposedly good man. A charitable businessman on the surface, Sheena felt something..off about the man known as M. Bison. Women in the man's various programs often went missing, or seemed to be excused away. Proof of some kind was always on Bison's side, deep in her gut, Sheena knew better than to believe what this guy sent out to the press.
She just needed to find it. So when a female reporter comes to Sheena in confidence claiming that Bison did a number of terrible things to her and others, the ninja jumps on the chance to turn wrong into right. That is what brought her to one of Bison's off-the-grid properties. Thankful to the reporter for pointing her out to an unknown and secluded place, Sheena finds herself slipping in with relative ease thanks to another helpful hint provided by the reporter: Bison had a thing for beautiful women and full curved figures.
Sheena had both to spare, and so posed as a maid joining the ranks of the others that took care of this place. For a couple days she searches around with no such luck until deciding to look into the man's personal chambers. The reporter assured her the likelihood of running into the man was slim to none. Not the type to outright fear another, Sheena did not underestimate her potential enemy so completely as to be foolish. Another thing M. Bison was known for was his own series of dojos around the world that taught a variety of martial arts to any who sought them out. Even with this, there was news out there among the populace that M. Bison came up with his own type of fighting style.
One he shares with no other.
So caution was the best way to go, obviously. Still, all the caution in the world doesn't prepare her being caught trying to crack the businessman's safe. It's more like an ambush really, as the moment she cracks the safe open, a burst of powerful energy hits the poor ninja maid square in the back. Sheena makes a weak turn around just in time to see a looming figure strike her in the gut.
Sheena's world goes black. When she wakes once more, Sheena finds that she is on a plane. Worse than that, the reporter is there to greet her! It's then revealed that this was all a set-up, the reporter being one of the women that Bison "opened the eyes of"--the woman's own words. Suitably angered by this revelation, Sheena makes an attempt to get out and lay this bitch out--only to find that she can't. Getting a better look at her surroundings reveals that Sheena isn't just bent over because she's a little weak, but because her hands have been bound to a metal post.
Trying to rise to her feet does nothing but put the ninja in a bent position, and with her short maid skirt, there's an obvious reason why. "It's all coming together, isn't it, Fujibayashi?" Bison can be heard approaching from behind Sheena, his hand reaching out to cup one of Sheena's soft cheeks under the skirt. Sheena fell for the outfit even down to the lacy, barely-there thong underwear she wore. She can feel each inch of Bison's rough, strong hand fondling her ass like it belonged to him.
Like she belonged to him now. "I'm going to fuck you thousands of miles in the air. No one will hear your cries except for my men..and my women." The reporter blushing and bows, thanking M. Bison for the glory he bestows upon her. Then she leaves to wait elsewhere, stating that she looks forward to hearing Sheena squeal like a whore.
A pair of powerful beings trade blows to one another, energy flashing as a heroine looks to fell a villain. A villain that once blackmailed the heroine by having her trade a night of fucking her how he pleased with the promised safety of others. This alone would be enough to anger the heroine. Only to see these people wind up dead and in the news weeks later sealed the villain's fate. The things he did to her!
What he made her do to him! He defiled her in ways she didn't think another could or ever would. The outfits, the collar, the whips. What he put inside of her, how he stretched her. It all pushes the heroine to seek the villain out, leading to her attacking the man and putting him on the ropes, so to speak. The villain is caught off guard by her sudden appearance, she's landing hard, powerful blows. When she's able to hurt him enough that she can get her hands on his throat--!
Then it all ends, in the sudden. The heroine's rage leaves her blind in it, seeing only red. This allows the villain to defend, take the blows, and wait for an opening. The rage he stirred within the heroine does just that, and the man takes the heroine's wrists and binds them together. Just like that her power leaves the heroine weak and vulnerable. He drops her with a powerful blow, aware that he need not hold back against the heroine. She isn't knocked out, but very much awake.
While still glaring daggers at the villain, she spits his name out with undisguised disgust. Bison is his name. M. Bison. The villain smiles down at the woman and picks her up, throwing her into an SUV that's pulling up. He says her name with much more warmth in it.
"Wonder Woman." He says, closing the door behind them and telling his driver to take them back to base. All the while he pulls Wonder Woman into his lap, positioning her so that her legs rest spread out over his. "Imagine my surprise when I discovered your little weakness." The villain tugs on Wonder Woman's top, watching as a single breast bounces free. Large and heavy, Bison begins to fondle the big tit, knowing he has nothing to worry about any longer.
"At least it isn't a glowing green rock, hm?" He laughs a booming laugh as the SUV speeds down the street.
A file lands beside the body of a leggy, busty blonde teenage girl. Her face is cute but her body is incredible. Her usually nice long hair is disheveled and splayed out. She lays on the bed of a man she doesn't know, waiting to hear what he has to say. Her arrival in this strange place was sudden; almost like the girl was snatched out of thin air.
So she waits, being given permission to sit up if she so chooses. Lucy's keys taken from her, the girl had initially tried resisting this man to no avail. All she got for her trouble was a slap that hurt more than she would have probably liked to admit. So the girl stays where she fell, hoping that them being in this room didn't mean what she thought it meant. "Lucy Heartfilia. Seventeen. Guild: Fairy Tail. There's more information in the file. You can read it if you like." Bison pauses to see if Lucy will accept the offer to see what information has been gathered about her while the big muscular man in the suit continues to speak.
"Second member from this guild to be brought in. Second member from her world to be brought in."
In a fit of jealousy and desire to prove herself to the very man she protects, Kagura seeks out her employer to show him that she is more than just a sword, and plenty useful to him.
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Date: 2021-10-19 06:24 am (UTC)In the time it had taken to move her from the lakeside to the cabin, she attempted to contact YorHa. Error messages consisting of connection failures, hardware failures and more flooded her line of sight. Communication channels were blocked and her Pod had been left where he fell. A now useless brick of state-of-the-art wires and microchips. She had to get a hold of herself, had to get out of here before...
The tearing of fabric catches her attention. Suddenly she's on her back, her uniform stripped away and the large, bulky man hovering on top of her. One greedy hand seizes capture of her breast, the almost life-like material of it giving in to the grip of his fingers. Her limbs might not be capable of moving, however it seemed that at least her sensors had been left intact. She felt his 'skin' upon her 'skin'. The rougher texture of it teasing her nipple into an almost harden peek.
"Let go of me." She warns, the last words of Pod ringing in the back of her mind. Unit 2B in danger.
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Date: 2021-10-19 08:27 pm (UTC)The hand that had been previously tending to 2B's tit slides down the front of the android slowly. Their sensors allow 2B to feel the strength and firm touch of this Bison unit while he enjoys the feeling of 2B's softer 'flesh' underneath his touch.
He smiles when his fingers brush over 2B's stomach and the muscles twitch underneath. An involuntary twitch as his captive likely realizes where this slow, sensual touch will be leading. She gets her answer soon when those strong fingers rub over the android's mound, fingers easing into the tight sex made like that of a human woman's.
Bison's head lifts, and he smiles down at 2B as his fingers start to move. Thick harsh, he starts to rock the android in place, his free hand coming down to wrap fingers around her throat. He doesn't squeeze so much as he holds her in place.
"Squirm for Bison, Unit 2B."
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Date: 2021-10-19 10:27 pm (UTC)A spark forms in her lower abdomen; hotter then anything she had ever felt before. It pulsates in time with his strokes, intensifying when that greedy hand of his wonders. Her body squirms, suddenly ticklish under his touch as it glides lower and lower, until it finds it home between her thighs.
She had seen the texts, watched the video files on the human activity called Sex. She knew what had planned to do next but could not understand how this would help him with his set task. There isn't time for 2B to question or even call out his inappropriate behavior. Without warning, two thick fingers force their way inside of her. The simple act of her lower lips being forced apart setting off all sorts of warnings.
"Wait--!" She starts, but is cut off by the sudden pressure around her throat. At the same time his hand starts to move, aided by the sudden out pour of lubricant from her body. The slick noise of him thrusting into her over and over sounding foreign to her ears. A noise slips past her lips, her body shifting against the mattress as her hips push upward toward his palm.
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Date: 2021-10-19 11:30 pm (UTC)Which is entirely possible, considering.
A grin slowly spreading on Bison's face, he watches 2B moving in his grasp. "You make for an enticing sight, unit 2B. A stand out among us."
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Date: 2021-10-20 12:24 am (UTC)The haunting warning of her defunct Pod echoes in her mind. A piece of solid ground the turning storm that made up her present state of mind.
In a few simple touches, the unit called Bison had thrown everything awry. Nothing was functioning properly, her sensors were going off the scale, and she could swear she was starting to overheat despite her internal diagnostics showing green on all fronts.
"How is any of that...supposed to cure me of the virus?" She gasps, even through breathing wasn't necessary to their continued function. It was slow going, but she managed to lift her right hand and latch onto her wrist. Though her grip was no way up to par in prying it off; it simply rested there instead.
All the while her hips continued to move. The leaking of lubricant from the spread lips of her pussy getting worse by the second, and running down her inner thighs in rivers.
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Date: 2021-10-20 12:40 am (UTC)"I'm going to reset you..so to speak. I have something within me that shoots inside of the different units whenever they need realigning.
Basically you've been doing things you aren't supposed to. At their wits end, I have been sent in to fix you. The virus will cause you to heat in a way you aren't used to experiencing. A means to force a mimicking of a female human's orgasm. At least, that's the best part on your end.
What you feel now is a build up towards that release. You will experience this an untold amount of times. When your systems are weakened enough by me, I will then release a special liquid inside. This will be different from the other liquid I'll be filling your orifices with. It will be much stronger and will trigger an orgasm so powerful you will likely lose consciousness--that is, you will shut down. When you next wake, there will be no memory of this experience and you will go about your days as you were programmed to."
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Date: 2021-10-20 01:14 am (UTC)"You couldn't think...of a more efficient way to do it?" Perhaps through an injection or even a wireless download? "Is physical contact really necessary?"
As it was, there was no way for 2B to verify his claims. Attempts to connect with YoRHa were still proving impossible. 'Failure to Connect' and 'No Signal Found' making up a few of the warning blips that came and went at odd intervals. Even searching in her own internal database, no such mention of a Unit Bison could be found. And yet, he was too sophisticated to be a one of the many robots found scattered throughout the city. So...perhaps he was telling the truth?
She frowns, not liking the choices she was left with given her current state. But if it meant returning to normal and carrying on her mission...
"This process...how long will it take?"
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Date: 2021-10-28 11:50 pm (UTC)"You think if it isn't lengthy that it will somehow make you more willing. I wouldn't worry about the concept of time, Unit 2B. You will be used.
Thoroughly." With that said, the Bison unit grabs hold of 2B's head and pulls her to his cock, pushing it past her soft lips. They did a very good job when they made her--oh yes. As Bison bobs 2B's head, his own hips move, thrusting against the downed android's face even he fingers mercilessly.
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Date: 2021-10-29 01:25 am (UTC)He takes control, forces her head forward, and in the split second it takes 2B to register what is going on, his cock is shoved all the way down her throat.
She flinches, taken aback that they had not only spent the time equipping him with a cock at all, but that they also felt the need to make him as thick as possible. It wasn't necessary for them to breath, but if it had been needed, now would have been the moment in which she would be choking on him.
That doesn't stop her from panicking a little, though. Her hands once more flying up to grab his hips, and attempt to push him back an inch.
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Date: 2021-10-29 06:28 am (UTC)"I'm intrigued by your struggling, unit. Did you feel fear just now?"
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Date: 2021-10-29 08:22 am (UTC)She knew of the human emotion he spoke of but...is that what that had been? Is that what had caused her to push against him in a vain attempt to free herself? How was that even possible?
She was an android; one of the finest ever created by YoRHa. A fighting machine whose only purpose was to carry out the missions passed down from command, and not stop until the objective was complete. There was no space in database for needless feelings like 'fear' to exist. And yet why has she done that?
2B's confusion is side-tracked by the presence of his cock brushing against her cheek. Slick with saliva, and pulsing. The hand tangled in her hair prevents her from turning away from him completely, yet she still tries.
"Whatever it was, it doesn't matter. Administer the treatment, Unit Bison, so that we may both resume our duties."
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Date: 2021-10-29 03:49 pm (UTC)"I think several of us stand out more than the others. I would be lying if I didn't admit I wanted you more than any other before you. Part of that may be your behavior. The other part is clear and obvious." 2B is a look of an android, but does seem more expressive than many of the other androids out there.
"How does half my length suit you, unit?" He asks this knowing she has a mouth of cock, still bobbing her head along. No extra thrusting. Yet.
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Date: 2021-11-04 09:06 am (UTC)The muffled cry at the back of her throat hinted at 2B's disbelief. He was already pushing at the back of her throat, threatening to push down that tight passageway each time he pulled her head forward. Had she truly been human like he teased, she would have been tearing up and struggling for air.
And then to find out she wasn't even struggling with the entire length of him? She would have fought against him like her life depended on it.
Instead she makes a garbled sound in response, her tongue pushing against the underside of his shaft, as if attempting to push him aside for just a moment. Why the higher-ups had felt the need to create him with such a realistic feeling cock in the first place, 2B would never understand. Either way, had she been allowed to speak, her answer to Bison's question would have been two words:
Too. Much.
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Date: 2021-11-08 10:04 pm (UTC)This goes on for awhile before the unit suddenly pauses, leaving 2B with the head of his cock in her mouth. "I will now dispense something inside of you. Do not worry, unit 2B; this is made for all female android models. It's going to allow you to feel more pleasure than pain, even as you still feel said pain.
This will also allow for your 'skin' to feel more sensitive after this same liquid is applied onto your body--which will be happening sooner than later. Now, swallow." He gives 2B's head a couple of quick bobs just past the head of his cock before grunting and releasing a load of liquid. Due to the uniqueness of this situation, 2B will be alarmed to find her body allowing her to drink well from this unit's cock.
Like it was meant to be. What else could this Bison unit know about?
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Date: 2021-11-30 05:10 am (UTC)As if the unit called Bison had realized that perhaps, he had been a little rough, forcing her to go down on his cock like he did.
But that was foolish thought to have.
Not long after he stopped, he spoke. He told her exactly what was coming, what to expect, and what she would do. And yet despite all that, the moment it happened still caught 2B of guard.
The sudden rush of thick, sticky liquid splashes against her throat. She sputters a little, surprised, but true to his command, she does swallow. Or rather, her body seems to do it for her. It goes down smooth, straight to her stomach.
She questions the delivery method required for this whole process, questions how anyone at YoRHa thought this the best course. No sooner had she started, however, did the symptoms Bison spoke of suddenly kick in. A warmth washes over her, heavy and pulsating. Her mind grew a little hazy, and she could've sworn she had just made a noise.
A noise that sounded, without question, like a moan.
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Date: 2021-12-05 06:20 am (UTC)Even 2B proves to be susceptible to the process of unit Bison. If it ain't broke, don't fix it. Speaking of fixing things, Bison puts 2B on her back and straddles her. His sack and cock weigh heavy against the android.
Bison unit smiles down at her, feeling a pleasure of his own in all this. A dark sort that wasn't programmed in. A sort of twisted personality of this particular android? Perhaps. "Your nipples have hardened to their peak. A flush is slowly spreading along your pale 'flesh'. Excellent response, unit." Bison's large hands reach down to squeeze the android's breasts, pressing them against his thick appendage.
"Now to test sensitivity of flesh against flesh." The looming figure of Bison begins to move, thrusting his cock between the full, round mounds of his beautiful captive.