A fully female PC received this text after having defeated a female syndian and "called others" to play. The PC does not have "terran cock nipples," a tail prick nor a prick of any kind.
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“Hello,” you leer, watching the alien’s liberated breasts rise and fall. “Look what you’ve been hiding.” Flakes of pulverized armor fall away as she covers herself with an arm. When you glance lower, at the thin orange line between her legs, she shifts to cover the gap in her thighs, dislodging more dust. You amuse yourself, making her brush away the crumbling remnants just by eye-fucking her. “Stop staring,” she snaps. The sydian won’t give you a decent eyeful of her good bits, and you’re daydreaming of someone else to keep her hands busy when you realize - that’s a real possibility. The girl eyes your distant, thoughtful expression. “Sure. Wait just a moment,” you say. You pull your warden shield and fire a few shots into the air. “That should get us some company.” The woman looks mortified. After a minute, a clatter of quick-rusting metal junk fanfares another sydian: a smug, shapely female. You conceal yourself while the newcomer takes in the situation; as she draws closer, horror breaks over the defeated girl. “Poor thing,” the newcomer coos in mock sympathy. “Did a powerful male do this to you?” She places her foot on the defeated woman’s crotch, grinding her heel into the vagina. The girl underfoot tries to back away, but the new arrival grabs her hair. “You could say that,” you assert. All eyes dart to you as you step out of cover. “Oh, very good,” the new woman says, clasping her hands together. “You’re still here.” Despite her tone, you keep your rocket hammer ready. It’s difficult to remove your one-piece bunny outfit one-handed, and the new arrival wastes no time plying you with flattery. “I do so love a strong male...” she coos. You gesture at the two women and at your phallus, communicating all you need to. The newcomer seems to be aroused by your lack of tact; she grabs the damaged girl by her hand and drags her to you. Reverently, she caressess one nipple-sheathed, terran cock-nipple; the heat of her enzyme works in, bringing you to throbbing, ready stiffness. Up to now the defeated girl has been an unwilling attendee-cum-hostage, but after your eyes dart to her a few times, the intact sydian takes notice. “Come on and play,” she cajoles. Her hand, creamy with your precum, slides from your crown to the shy girl’s stomach, brushing away dust and smearing the pale flesh with a mixture of male lubrication and enzyme that makes her sigh with arousal. The exposed woman’s alabaster breasts and silky, trembling stomach rise and fall to the touch of perverse, enzyme-laden deposits. “I’m... gonna come,” you admit, taken with the spectacle. Eager to finish, you thrust through the armored sydian’s hand. “Ohh, don’t waste it,” says the late arrival. “Wouldn’t you like to seed one of us?” She spreads her labia and the broken girl, drugged out of her mind with enzyme and the stink of cum, copies her pose. Seconds from blowing, you make a quick decision and push the latter onto her back. “Lucky girl,” muses her co-captor. The damaged sydian’s mouth opens and her tongue half-spills out when you shove your human tail-prick into her slippery orange pussy. “Cum!” she moans, delirious. Your ejaculation flicks a few meagre squirts of white cum inside, and for a second you’re grateful the ball-busting bitch nearby can’t see. When the aftershocks cease, you pop free of her. The armored sydian is the first to speak. “I’m envious... I’d love to meet you sometime,” she flirts. She stands, still blooming bright orange, and walks away rubbing her thighs together. The broken girl watches while you collect your gear. Though she says nothing, her dopey grin tells you she feels the same way.
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“Hello,” you leer, watching the alien’s liberated breasts rise and fall. “Look what you’ve been hiding.” Flakes of pulverized armor fall away as she covers herself with an arm. When you glance lower, at the thin orange line between her legs, she shifts to cover the gap in her thighs, dislodging more dust. You amuse yourself, making her brush away the crumbling remnants just by eye-fucking her. “Stop staring,” she snaps. The sydian won’t give you a decent eyeful of her good bits, and you’re daydreaming of someone else to keep her hands busy when you realize - that’s a real possibility. The girl eyes your distant, thoughtful expression. “Sure. Wait just a moment,” you say. You pull your warden shield and fire a few shots into the air. “That should get us some company.” The woman looks mortified. After a minute, a clatter of quick-rusting metal junk fanfares another sydian: a smug, shapely female. You conceal yourself while the newcomer takes in the situation; as she draws closer, horror breaks over the defeated girl. “Poor thing,” the newcomer coos in mock sympathy. “Did a powerful male do this to you?” She places her foot on the defeated woman’s crotch, grinding her heel into the vagina. The girl underfoot tries to back away, but the new arrival grabs her hair. “You could say that,” you assert. All eyes dart to you as you step out of cover. “Oh, very good,” the new woman says, clasping her hands together. “You’re still here.” Despite her tone, you keep your rocket hammer ready. It’s difficult to remove your one-piece bunny outfit one-handed, and the new arrival wastes no time plying you with flattery. “I do so love a strong male...” she coos. You gesture at the two women and at your phallus, communicating all you need to. The newcomer seems to be aroused by your lack of tact; she grabs the damaged girl by her hand and drags her to you. Reverently, she caressess one nipple-sheathed, terran cock-nipple; the heat of her enzyme works in, bringing you to throbbing, ready stiffness. Up to now the defeated girl has been an unwilling attendee-cum-hostage, but after your eyes dart to her a few times, the intact sydian takes notice. “Come on and play,” she cajoles. Her hand, creamy with your precum, slides from your crown to the shy girl’s stomach, brushing away dust and smearing the pale flesh with a mixture of male lubrication and enzyme that makes her sigh with arousal. The exposed woman’s alabaster breasts and silky, trembling stomach rise and fall to the touch of perverse, enzyme-laden deposits. “I’m... gonna come,” you admit, taken with the spectacle. Eager to finish, you thrust through the armored sydian’s hand. “Ohh, don’t waste it,” says the late arrival. “Wouldn’t you like to seed one of us?” She spreads her labia and the broken girl, drugged out of her mind with enzyme and the stink of cum, copies her pose. Seconds from blowing, you make a quick decision and push the latter onto her back. “Lucky girl,” muses her co-captor. The damaged sydian’s mouth opens and her tongue half-spills out when you shove your human tail-prick into her slippery orange pussy. “Cum!” she moans, delirious. Your ejaculation flicks a few meagre squirts of white cum inside, and for a second you’re grateful the ball-busting bitch nearby can’t see. When the aftershocks cease, you pop free of her. The armored sydian is the first to speak. “I’m envious... I’d love to meet you sometime,” she flirts. She stands, still blooming bright orange, and walks away rubbing her thighs together. The broken girl watches while you collect your gear. Though she says nothing, her dopey grin tells you she feels the same way.