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Data-Bird Break

2026-09-28T20:04:38Z

Captain villain88:

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== DATA-Bird Break ==

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''<big>*Clap!*</big>'' “This stupid turkey needs to go!” Sam barked, slamming his hand against the white board, with the picture of a well dressed and thick looking bird woman plastered onto it, together with a bunch of other pics with different angles, and some with the bird together with some middle-aged fella. Beside each one was a handful of scribbles and texts, giving the sense that they’ve been keeping tabs on these individuals for a while now.

“Uhm… Why tho?... Sorry I forgot again” Hank inquired with a raised hand. The rest of his cohorts groaned in anguish at his lack of attention.

“Because, Hank, this bitch is a state of the art android. But not only that, she’s also Stanford’s own walking talking safe…” Sam explained, tapping between the pic of stanford and his bird together, and half the manuscript for said bird. “Storing all of his credit and vital business intel inside her fat ass, she rarely leaves his side, and for good reason, as anyone tech savvy enough could just hack her and steal all that he has, or in our case, destroy everything he has, in the blink of an eye…” Sam explained for the third time. Finishing his sentence with a dramatic snap of his fingers.

“But why don’t we just steal some of it instead of torching the whole thing?” George then asks afterwards. Taking a swig of his beer.

“*Groan* If we did that, then he would be able to track the transaction down to us, and then we would be screwed six times sideways.” Sam answered sternly.

“Okay… So, how are we gonna deal with her? Like you said, he almost never leaves her out of his sight. So we can’t just waltz up to them and toast her with a strong tazer, can we?” Joe asked.

“Hah! There’s the thing. Tomorrow, the fat-cat will be attending a high meeting with other CEOs and shareholders, and in this meeting, no androids from either party are allowed to be on the premises!” He explained with an excited tone. “So while he’s off stroking egos, we’ll sneak into his mansion, and BREAK his plastic bitch!”

“Uuuh… and HOW are we gonna sneak in per say?” Hank inquired with a questioning look. “I don’t think they’ll take kindly to us just rolling up and knocking on their doors…”

“Simple!” He chips, before bending under the table and procuring a few outfits belonging to a pool cleaner and a plumber. “We’ll be acting as service workers and inspectors, there to check the water and fix any broken pips that we were told about ‘BY’ Standford…” He explained, and threw the clothes onto the table before the trio.

“Uuhm, wouldn’t she KNOW that he ordered someone to come fix their pipes in advance?” Joe butted in, as he held up the plumber outfit with a puzzled look.

“She would, which is why we’ll bluff our way in by saying that he called us to come by in a couple of days, and left us a note to give to her ‘in case’ he forgot to tell her…” He said, before reaching into the shoebox on the table and pulling out a piece of paper. “A note, which I got forged by a guy I know, who too would love to see the guy fall, and so did it for free~”

“Okay… So we put on the costumes, get in, and break the tin-whore… What about alarms? wouldn’t her going offline trigger something that’d sick the cops on us?” George inquired, while pointing at one of the pics with a few cops on it.

“Typically, yes, but since Standford’s way of storing his money is more on the illegal side of things, he had the brilliant idea of only having two ‘guard dogs’ as his brawn in events like this. But so long as we don’t make a really big ruckus out of our plan, they will never set foot inside the villa, unless the bird calls them” Sam half chuckled at the end

Done with his explanation for the fourth time, he rights himself and clears his throat. “So boys, for this to work, you have to trust in the plan, and we’ll all walk away from this with big’ol smiles on our mugs~”

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Next Morning
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*Ding-Dong!*

A few moments passed before the door opened, revealing a tightly clad avian with tits that looked on the verge of bursting from their confine. “Goodday, what is your reason for this vissit, sirs?” The woman asked with a polite tone in her butter sweet voice.

The four men, now wearing their disguises, stood in front of the door, acting as cool as they could, as their ringleader spoke up. “Hello miss, we are here to have a look at your pipes, and we also have a pal here that needs to check the ventilation,,.” Sam introduced himself and his party, who all gave a nod in greetings.

The bird looks at them for a moment, before speaking again. “I’m sorry, you must be mistaken, Mr. Stanford has not booked any service overview for today” She stated politely, yet also blankly, before starting to close the door “I’ll inform my master that you were here when he comes ba-”

“Ah!, well, you see!...” He rams his foot in between the door and frame “He ‘HAS’ ordered this visit a week ago, and even gave us this note in case he forgot to inform you of it” Sam quickly shot in. Whipping out the note in question and handing it to the tall bird through the crack.

Reopening the door, she takes the note and looks at it. Her eyes started glowing bright, as she scanned the note, thoroughly. Sam, together with his ‘goons’, were sweating bullets. Sam, not half as much as his pals, but still a little as he began fearing that the turkey would find an error in his forger friend’s work, since she took a decent amount of time scanning it…

*Pweep-Pwep!* “Oh my, must be all the stress Mr. Stanford has been going through lately” She commented, seemingly having bought the fake note’s legitimacy with surprised shock on her beaked face. “By all means, sirs…” She peeps, and pulls the door right open and stands out of their way. “Come right on in! I’ll go and prepare plenty of coffee for you~”

Sam looks back to his comrades with a smirk, before nicking his head and turns back to the black swan. “Sounds great ma’am! And don’t worry, we’ll be out of your feathers in no time” He assured her, before he and his team quickly entered the house.

The interior of the villa was rather ‘open’ to say the least, and was what one would expect from a sleazy money grubber like Stanford. Fancy paintings adorning the walls, depicting the most senile garbage that most ‘modern’ art goes for. Furniture adorned with the finest of leather, and others of plastic and metal with the sleekest of designs. An open kitchen off in the corner, with a large kitchen table in the middle, whose counter was made from the blackest marble, and polished to a diamond’s shine.

And behind all of this was all windows, looking out over a rather lustrous garden, and your run-of-the-mill giant rich man pool…

“Tsk! Rich bastard…” Joe couldn’t help but mutter under his breath, as he walked past the others and up the stairs. “Okay, I'll go and ‘check’ the ventilation up here, fellas!” He said loud enough for the swan to hear, as she was keeping one eye on them while preparing the coffee machine.

“Gotcha, pal! Just try not to zap yourself!” Sam Jokingly replied, which earned him a middle finger from the ascending Joe. “Alright, boys! Let's have a look at this schematic real quick and get to it!” He said, and pulled up from one of his holsters a large roll of paper and unfurled it. The other two quickly huddled up beside him to ‘look’ at the sheet.

“Okay guys, the ‘easy’ part is over, now we just have to find a way to distract her…” Sam explained with a hushed voice, pretending to look to a wall so he could sneak a glance over at the bird, and yep! She was still keeping an eye on them. “We give her a second to breathe when we jump her, and she’ll call the mutts on us… Or worst case scenario, she’ll handle us, herself…”

“The fuck you mean by that??” Hank inquired with a whispered hiss

“Okay, so I ‘may’ have left out the detail that, even tho she’s a companion model that’s tailor made to be a walking server rack, she is also tailored with enough force in her limbs to squash a guy’s head like a mellon…”

“You're joking…” George growled with an annoyed tone in his hushed voice, looking away for a moment as he could not believe the shit he was getting told right now.

“Hey! Cool it! We are already this deep in the gutter, so no point in backing out now!” Sam hissed at the two begrudged men beside him.

Folding the sheet together again, he starts to speak again. “Okay, let's take a look at those pipes, lads!” Before heading towards the kitchen where the swan was standing.

George and Hank went over to the primary sink and began their ‘inspection’, while Sam went over to the secondary one, right where the swan was standing idly just a few steps away, staring at the coffee maker with a stiff smile on her beak.

Keeping half an eye on the bird, he proceeds to open the closet doors underneath the sink, and sticks his head inside to look around, when Joe, out of the blue, crackles through his earpiece. “Hey guys! I think I found something!”

*BONK!*

<big>'''*“Fuck!”'''</big>

Sam cursed loudly after slamming his head up against the underside of the metal sink from the sodden auditory jumpscare, and pulled out from the closet again to rub his scalp.

“Oh my! Everything alright, sir?” The swan asked, her gaze quickly shifted down to him with a concerned look on her face, the moment she heard the bump.

“Yeah, yeah! No worries, I'm fine! Just got spooked by a giant spider is all! Hahahaha…” He lies with an embarrassed smile, before climbing back inside the closet again with a scowl and presses his earpiece with a bit more force than necessary. “What?!” He hissed through gritted teeth.

“Okay, so I think I might've found the turkey’s interface up here in Standford’s office… But most of her functions are locked with a password…” He explained, followed by the sound of keys being pressed. “Buuut… From the looks of it, I can make her change her priorities… Even make her go somewhere more convenient for us…” He finished.

“Great!...” He said, before getting the feeling he was getting watched, thanks to his inactivity, and began making some noise with his wrench, together with a grunt or two. "George!, Hank! You see any good spots for ‘Accidents’? ”

“Uuuugh…” Hank looked around, before looking out onto the pool. “Uuuhm… Will a water damage accident be good enough? If we get her out to the pool, we can make it look like she had a bit too much fun in it…” He suggested through his earpiece. Shooting quick glances between looking down at George, and at Sam’s rear on the other end of the kitchen.

“Sounds pretty good to me…” George commented, before reaching his hand out from the closet he was in, waving to Hank to hand him a random tool, which he first picked up on a few seconds after, and quickly handed him a hammer.

“Alright, you heard that, Joe? Can you get her feathery ass out there for us?”

“One sec…” The sound of more keys being pressed, clicks in their ears, before a, what sounds to be an ‘access denied’, sound bleeps out in the back “Piss! doesn’t seem like-... Wait hold on… Wait, yeah I CAN get her out there, but that then requires me to shift her into the right ‘mood’...”

“...What kinda ‘mood’ we talking here?” Hank asked, concerned.

“Well, unless you have a problem with naked stuff, you guys will maybe get to see plenty of swan tits and ass…” He answered with a slightly amused tone in his voice.

“We ain’t school boys no more, Joe! So go on and do it already! My knees are killing me right now…” Sam hissed.

“You're the boss…”

A few moments go by with nothing happening. The swan just kept on standing and operating the coffee machine without a care in the world. Sam, deciding to check if something had changed in the bird-bot’s stance, crawled out and back on his feet, but saw nothing out of the norm on the big lady-bird, yet…

But then, while the swan was wiping the inside of a coffe mug, she goes completely rigid with the cup and cloth still firmly grasped in her hands. Her face becoming dull for a moment, as they stare blankly ahead, before a few moments later they turn and look down at Sam with bedroom eyes, placing the mug and cloth down the counter before starting to talk with a more ‘suggestive’ tone in their voice.

“Hmmm~ I must say, you fine gentlemen are such hard working men aren’t you…” She bends down and starts caressing Sam’s left cheek with the back of her hand. “I know Mr. Stanford has sent you here to fix the problem in a timely manner… But he won’t arrive home before nightfall, so why don’t you-” She then boops him on the nose. “-And your colleagues~, join me out at the pool for a little while~” She finished, giving a little thrust with her chest to give the speechless man before her an upclose view of her jiggling breasts.

“Uhm, uuh, Ehheh-eh, uugh-Ahem! I-I i’m not sure if thats such a goo-” He tried to keep up the act, but was quickly silenced by a tallon shoved against his lips.

“Oh no no no!” She intervened, while also getting down closer to his face with her own. “No need to worry, dear… I *Purrr* Insist~” She purred. Staying this intensely close to him for a hot moment, before disengaging and walking around him and past his equally flabbergasted compatriots. Heading straight towards the door to the pool with a sexy stride in her heavy hips. Tail feathers raised up, which also raised the little skirt she had on, giving them a nice view of her bubbly rear.

The trio watched as she went off, blinking plenty of times before then looking at one another in surprised shock at the sodden shift. They were expecting one of course, just not this intense of one…

“Did it work? According to the screen, she’s heading straight towards the pool, so I take it it did? “

“Yeah… Yeah it sure did pal… For now, just stay at the console in case anything comes up, while we try and deal with her…” Sam told their newly titled ‘hackerman’ Joe, before following after the swan together with Hank and George behind him.

This sure was gonna be… Interesting to say the least.

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Shortly later. Outside Pool…

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“Hmmmm, why don’t you boys come and join me already, the water’s rather lovely today~” The swan peeped, as she floated on by in the middle of the pool on her back, in her birthday suit. Large perking tits looking like substitute floaters, as they poked way above the waterline, while her wings down under pushed her forward.

“Heheheeh, eeh, that won’t be necessary. We… ‘Like’ the, Uuh, the view of you! Eh-Heh, yeah, that one…” Sam Replied, sheepishly, as the three of them stood on the sideline and watched the bird-secretary lazily glide around in the water in all her naked glory. All of them sparring her a glance only momentarily, as they tried to minimize the awkward erection they were getting.

“Okaaay… So how are we gonna make this look like an accident now?” Hank asked in a whisper. A slight pling of distress lingering in the back of his words.

“You came up with this, so we took you for knowing that!” George retorted back, with an equal sort of minor distress, as he awkwardly rummaged his crotch to make his slowly stiffening dick sit better.

“Yeah, that was until she went and showed that she was way more water proofed then i had thought!” Hank hissed in defence. “Not to mention very hot!”

“Oh! When wasn’t that obvious for you, Captain Einstein?!” George retorted back again, slightly louder than before.

“Shut it! both of you! We can still come up with something for this…” Sam snapped at the two bickering men.

“Yeah, Sam’s right, but it requires us to add a few more steps to this plan…” Joe said through their earpieces. But the way he said it was rather foreboding for the trio.

“What are you thinking?” Sam inquired.

“I’ve managed to find her manuel on this thing, and if I'm reading this right, if we can make her swallow a lot of water at once, it could cause a major malfunction that’ll wipe her properly… So my idea was, that I up her ‘fiesty’ meter a lot more til she does something drastic, and while she is distracted, one of you will, in some way, stuff a bucket’s worth of water down her throat…” Joe explained.

“I’m sensing a ‘BUT’ here”

“Buuut… One of you has to be the sacrificial lamb for this to work…” Joe finished. Robbing the back of his neck on the other end of the line, as he knew what their opinions would be. “It also says here that this feature is not recommended, since they’ve yet to hammer out the ‘kinks’ that occur when set this high…”

Hank: “Not it!”

George: “Not it!”

Hank and George simultaneously blurted out, still in a whisper tho, as Sam looked at the two in disbelief. “Oh you fucking… Whatever, fine!” He growled.

Looking back down at the swimming swan, Sam, swiping a tired hand down over his face, blows a raspberry and gives the word “*Sigh* Do it…”

After giving the condemning word to Joe, Sam takes a deep breath, and then moves around the pool until he reaches the steps down into it, whereupon the swan has just landed and was elegantly stretching her long feathered legs.

“Oh, hello there, mister plumber. One of you finally decided to join me I assume? Hmm~” The swan asked, and twisted her head around like a snake to look up at him with a stretched smile. It may not have been apparent to most, but Sam could certainly feel a shift in her attitude, especially the way she looked at him now. It was more… ‘Wanting’ for lack of better words.

“Eeeh, you could say that… Really, i just thought we could talk aWOAH!!!”

Before he could finish his words, the swan, with inhuman speed, grabs him by the ankle, and quite literally swoops him off his feet. Causing the poor guy to crash down back-first into the hard stone floor with a grunt of pain. And while he tried to gather himself, a shadow fell over his face, together with droplets of water dribbling down on him. He opens his eyes, and is met with the almost deranged looking face of the bird, now leaning over him with her hands placed on either side of his head. Leaving him no room for escape.

“*Puurrrr* Sir… You’ve avoided my advances so valiantly~. And it has done nothing but make me want you even more~” She cooed, now breathing hot air down into his face, as one hand dragged itself up to his chin, before plopping down on his collarbone. “But as a VERY needy woman at this time, I have a VERY short patience for getting some man-meat~!” She huskely snapped her beak at him, before trailing her hand slowly down his chest, all the way down until it landed on his now bulging crotch. Believe it or not, Sam was actually getting turned on by this show of force by the domineering secretary.

Now grouping his contained manhood, the swan shifts her sharp stare back up to him, and gets closer to his face. “So how about we stop fucking around, and get to the really fun part~”

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Meanwhile. Stanford’s office…

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“ ‘Camus Rarissimes, 40 years…’ Jesus Christ, this shit costs like a kidney and a half!” Joe blurted out while he sat in the big leather chair in front of Stanford’s desk, examining a big ‘ol bottle of whisky that no doubt had cost the fat-cat a fortune. “Tsk! Bet it doesn’t even taste all that different from regular whisk!...” He goes quite for a moment, before looking left and right and then back at the bottle. “...Maybe a little sip just to see what the fuss is about…” He mumbled as he grabbed the lid of the flask.

Only to stop as he caught himself just in time. “No! no!. We are here for the trashcan, nothing else!” He snapped at himself, and plops the bottle down on the desk again where he found it. “Focus, Joe!”

Checking the screen, he sees that the swan(Whose name was apparently Runda, according to the unit list) was currently during some steady activity by the pool side. No doubt giving Sam some proper ‘loving’ he’d gander. “Heh… Lucky bastard…”

Then, something stirred in the man’s stomach, as he clutched his arms around his own gut. “Gaaa-PffShiiit! I knew i shouldn’t have eaten that spicy hotdog on our way here! Fuuuuck!” He groaned, while his stomach churned and made less than tasteful sounds.

“Ooohfffuuck! Where’s the damn toilet!?!” He half yelled, and bolted up from the chair and out the office like a bat outta hell. Farting all the way as his innards threatened to turn his pants from gray black, to pure brown.

But shortly after he went out to hound down the nearest toilet to decimate, a warning popped up on the console. [WARNING! Setting error detected! Parameter overflow imminent! WARNING!]...

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Back at the pool...

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“Ah! Ah! Aah! Oooh yes baby~! How my wet pussy feeling for you~? Huuu~!” The swan cuued as she bounced on top of Sam. Her humongous tits jumping up and down with each descend and ascension of her large heavy hips. Her artificial pussy rubbing every conceivable surface and angle of the guy’s rod with such perfection, not to mention the vibrations and extra warmth it was getting bombarded by, Sam could barely say a single coherent word that wasn’t some kind of moan or drawn out grunt. He was in true bliss right now, and he could hardly care about anything else at the moment…

Meanwhile, Hank and George were in the works of finding some form of container to store plenty of water in, or even a connected water hose, which would make the crime easier to pull off.

“Damn… she’s really giving it to him, isn’t she?” George comments, while Hank rummages around in the little shack for something of use.

“Hey, how about you stop oogeling them and help- Oh wait a minute, never mind! Found a bucket!” Hank proclaimed, and steps out with a plastic bucket in hand. “Now just to get some water in this, and get it down her throat, and we win!”

“Then what you waiting for? Go and fill it with the pool water, and lets go!” George told him, and shoved the guy towards the pool with haste.

“Alright! Alright!" Hank blurted after stumbling a bit.

Back over at the two love-birds. The swan was sitting straight up on Sam’s lap, and bounced down and up with more speed then before. And not long after, Sam lets out a loud moan of bliss, as he reaches his end, followed by the swan screeching hers the moment her interior was getting filled with his seed. Her pussy clamping shut around him, as an internal suction apparatus sucks him dry.

*Pant* *Pant* “Holy… fffuuuuuck… That was bloody amazing…” Sam muttered through breathstarved lips. Figtivly seeing stars from how good of a fuck he receved. And he was not the only one that felt that.

*Puuurrrr* “Hmmm yes baby~ Nothing beats a pussy like mine~ And you felt just ama-” *Beep-beep!* She freezes up for a sec, the lights in her eyes stutter and blinks for a moment, before then starting to stutter her words. ”-A-A-A-A-A-aaa-*Bweep!*- Hmmm Lets fuck again bay-bay–Baby~!” The swan then begins to bounce on Sam’s still semi-hard cuck again. But instead of going slow, she’s going hard and fast.

“H-Hey! Give a g-guy some tiiaaaah-ime to breeaaaahh-breath!!” He moaned, and tried to push her back by pressing against one of her rather solid feeling breasts. A poor mistake on Sam’s part, as that only made the bird open her beak wide and let out a screech of pleasure, before then hammering down on him with force that actually started to hurt. “OW! Fucking-! Cool your tits woman! That bloody hu-FFaaack!!” He growled in pain when she landed with an extra bit of force.

“Oh!-oh!-OH! No w-W-way no-no-no how sir! I’m not letting you go-go til i’ve drained your balls fully~!-ly~!-ly~! Oh yes! Fuck me baby! Fuck me!!” She squealed, and continued her heavy assault on his pelvis. Her blows increased with every fall she made…

Sam, rightfully so, begins to panic. “GUUYYSSS!!! A little help here!!!” He yelled between grunts, as he did everything in his power to push back at each descend the bird made, but barely made a dent in her power and speed, as she continued the process of steadily reducing his pelvis to a fine dust…

His compatriots thankfully hear his plight, and go “Oh shit!”, with George being the first to run his way, while Hank was finishing up filling the bucket and followed suit later.

“What the hell is going on?!” George demanded to know once he reached the scene. Keeping his distance for now from the violently hoping bird-bot.

“I don’t fucking know-Gaaa!! This stupid bitch just started going crazy! FUCK!!! GET HER OFF ME, DAMNIT!!!!” Sam bellowed at the end when he felt something lower down in his skeleton, give. But his plight was all but ignored by the fat turkey on top of him, as she didn't seem to either care, or even register his pain.

“Fucking hell! Okay okay, just stay calm and we’ll get you out-HANK!!! Get your ass over here, NOW!!” George yelled for their third member, as he came waltzing as fast as he could with the water-filled bucket in hand.

“What in Jesus name is going on?!?”

“No time to explain! just get that bucket ready while i get her to open wide!” George snapped at him before quickly moving over behind the bird and grapple her neck and head. Surprisingly, her neck had quite a bit of strength to it, as it felt like he was trying to hold on to a big eel!.

Reaching a hand up to her beak, his fingers just managing to hook into the corner of her jaw, George dose his best to yank it down as much as he can before yelling for Hank. “'''Grrraaa! NOW!!'''”

“'''Eat THI-''WOOAAHHHH!!'''''” Just as he was in the full motion of thrusting the bucket forward, Hank ends up slipping on a wet towel on the marble floor, and falls flat beside the trio. Whiffing his shot big time and instead hits George square in the face with all the water, while also losing his grip on the bucket, as it careens into the middle of the pool.

And to add salt to injury, while George was cursing blindly at Hank for being a dumb idiot, the swan’s beak then clamps shut on his fingers in its beak like a mouse trap. “'''G-GAAAAA!!!'''”

But then it opened again, before one hand shot backwards towards him, grabs him by the collar of his shirt, and yanked him in front of the swan. Hank wasn’t spared either as he received the same treatment once he had gotten back up on his knees.

“'''''He-He.''Hey there sexy~ sirs! ''Please-Please'' wait for your ''Tur-tur-TuR-''TURN~!'''” She then rather ‘hashly’ throws them back, making them roll backwards once their backs hit the floor.

It took them a moment to gather their barring again, rubbing the back of their heads or popping their spines back in place from the forceful landing, before Hank spoke up.

“Ouh, sweet lord, what are we gonna do now?!? I lost the bloody bucket!”

George wanted to say a retort, but was more focused on finding something to help their friend in need. And the answer comes in the form of what lies just behind the fat-bird…

“'''...Tackle'''”

“''Tackle??''”

“<big>'''''Tackle!!!'''''</big>”

Hank looks over at the swan and then gets what his pal is saying. “OH! ‘TACKLE!!’ Alright!!”

With the plan set, the two men gets back on their feet and moves back a fair bit till they have a clear and straight line towards the fuck-bird and Sam.

“You ready!?” George asked

“As ready as I can be!” Hank replied, as both of them got into a sprinting stance

“Alright, on GO!”

“3!”

“2!”

“GO!!!!”

Hank and George: “RRRAAAAAAAAA!!!”

The two men roared as the charged the swan. And the swan in question managed to just look up in time when the two football tackled her completely off San’s pelvis, and sending both them and her straight into the water behind her with a large splash.

Now under the water of the pool, they just had to open her beak. And luckily for them, they just so happened to ram into her tits during their charge, which was more than enough to trigger her scripted moaning cycle, as she tries to moan but instead gets drowned out by the water rapidly running down her throat, and seeping into her vital components. Her eyes goes wide, as one could see the glow of sparks firing off inside her water filled throat…

Up topside, Sam, after catching his breath, pushes himself up on his shaky elbows, and looks out into the pool, right at the area that’s ongoingly being disturbed, waiting with baited breath for his ‘heroes’ to resurface.

And resurface they did, together with a completely spazzing out swan, as she tossed both of them far off to the sides, both screaming all the way, as Hank crashes into a couple of beach chairs, while George lands head first into a bush.

The swan meanwhile, was swinging her arms about, as electrical arcs danced around her together with sparks ejecting from various seams in her body, and her torso made sharp twists and turns to the max of what her spin would allow, even so far as to try and surpass said limit, as Sam could see her ‘flesh’ almost tearing at how hard she was twisting her form.

Then she began walking forward up the pool stairs, tho with very long and unsteady steps, while spewing out errors of all kinds, while her eyes rotated all about in their sockets.

“Er-Er-Er ERROR! Liiiii-i-i-equid in majoooooo Warning!Warning! CAnnoNt comcomcomf2f3f2f1f2f Error! Cannoooooo-FuckfuckFUCKukfr~Donut in my pastorrrrrrrr-ry box-box-box- ERROR!ERERERERER Wat-watWATer. In. My-My- Oh yesyesyesyes mister-mister-mister plum-plum-plum/ I+yu?Diii&FFF/ Dick-NOW#!-Dick-My big tittittiti-tit-titititASSASSASASSSASASSAS*BZZT!* BUZZT!* MAjor-ERROR! MAjOr-eRrOrR! maJoR-ErrOrR!“

Sam rolls to the side the best he could, given that could barely move his lower half right now, as the swan was about to trample over him. Once she had walked past, he looked up at her wandering frame again, as she continued to malfunction badly.

When she turned her front back around for him to see, he did a double take. Her tits had gotten slightly bigger! But why was that? he wondered. This question was one he soon pierced together tho, as he started to notice the rather loud tho muffled sound of ‘fans’ spinning up a storm somewhere. And that somewhere, was inside of the swan, as her cooling fans had gone awol, and was now not only desperately try and cool her internal, but they were also inadvertently inflating her tits!

Soo, as the seconds rolled by, her tits kept on expanding more and more and more, to the point where her arms were repeatedly slapping them about with their rampant movements. This together with the still expanding tits, it was only a matter of time before the inevitable happened…

“Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error!Error! *Ka-POW!*” Then, as the lady’s blurting was reaching its crescendo, her tits popped like balloons, but with a bit of fire and water together with all that air they got pumped full of.

With the tits gone, the server racks that gave them the hardness they had, were now exposed to the world, and they were steaming and sparking like crazy, quite literally glowing from heat even, as some of the ‘disks’ inserted into these racks seemed to be melting or even actively burning, or both.

Her sporadic movements began to falter and wane, and under a minute later, halts entirely. Freezing in place for a moment, before one final fountain of sparks blasts from her left ear hole, the audio receiver practically blowing out from her head like a bullet, and she falls completely slack. Crumpling together like a house of cards.

But the moment after, when she started tilting and then crashed to the ground, thanks to that long neck she had, once her head hits the pavement, the whole thing breaks off from her long neck! Skitting along the floor a good meter away from the body, followed by what few wires that still kept the two parts together. One eye trying to roll into the back of her skull, while the other had gone dead and looked down into the floor

Her right leg lazily kicked once, then slowly descended, before repeating these motions every 5 seconds. Her left arm, reaching up, before a large sum of sparks blasts from her exposed server rack, and the limb goes limp and falls to the floor, before 3 seconds later doing it again, only for another burst to happen, again.

Sam looked on in shock and surprise. They actually did it… Hah… They actually fucking did it!

Sam began to laugh. He couldn’t believe that they actually pulled it off! “Hahahahahaa!! Fucking suck it! Stanford!!!” He yelled to the sky, and flipped it the bird, Before then succumbing to the pain again and falls flat to the floor. “Faaack… But still soo worth it…” He groaned with a strained smile on his face.

Now, they just had to clean up, and set the scene… Tho maybe first AFTER everyone have caught their breath… And relocated their bones… Ooow

[The End]

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Data-Bird Break

2026-09-28T20:04:13Z

Captain villain88:

2026-09-28T19:25:48Z

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2026-09-15T16:07:26Z

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2026-09-15T16:01:11Z

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2026-09-15T16:00:32Z

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Rabbit Hunting

2026-09-07T15:49:29Z

Captain villain88:

=== <big><big>Rabbit Hunting</big></big> ===

(Supplementary story for Seaguard’s animation)

( https://bsky.app/profile/seaguard.bsky.social/post/3mlyuxzjx6k26 Animation in question)
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“And you're sure the bitch is here?” (DESI) asks their fellow merc, sceptically. Looking around the mostly abandoned area that they found themselves walking on through, in.

“100% sure! The data log points straight to here since the rouge unit last used their access to the CE net” (AERI) answered, and tapped a claw on the screen of their tracking device, which showed a 3D map of the area, together with their current location and the blip of their supposed target.

“Hm… If you say so.” DESI retorted with skepticism in her voice. “I’m still not too big of a fan about this…”

“What? Just you and I doing this solo?” The bird bot asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No, dumbass! The reprograming part once we get ‘em!” She blurted out at AERI. Staring daggers at her subordinate through the vizor of her helmet. “It just doesn't sit right with me”

Their companion lets out an exasperated groan. “Oh get over yourself you big baby-doll! A job’s a job, and the bosses were VERY transparent about snatching this one for our next job!” AERI squawked back. Annoyed at his comrade for having such a feeble motherboard, and concerning herself with the ‘feelings’ and ‘dreams’ of their kind, when it came to this matter.

“And care to remind me again what this random unit we are hunting can do? Since they are soooo important that we need to *EGO* wipe them, and install a new one that's loyal to us…” DESI questioned, with embers just sizzling on her synthetic tongue.

AERI rolled their mechanical eyes before reminding her of their target’s specs.

“Our target is an unregistered LO-PUN-I android, presumably having gone rogue. Data says that this unit somehow has access to CE’s network, tho only in limited form. The stranger part is how INSANELY good the unit is at breaking encryptions and firewalls, something that standard LO-PUN-I models are not capable of. This fact has led to the theory that ‘someone’ has tinkered with the Unit’s A.I, and made it a class 5, maybe even 6, Artificial intelligence…”

“Tsk! Only 4-3 classes from being one of them with a god complex… Lovely~... Beh!” DESI scuffs. “So what? We are dealing with a super hacker here?”

“Pretty much” He affirms. “So when we see them, we take them out immediately, else we can kiss our CPUs goodbye, when the bastard gets the small chance they need to tell them to go and cook off” He said, with dead seriousness.

“Yeah, yeah. I get that part fine and dandy…” She snaps a little. “But can’t we try and ‘talk’ them into joining us?” She asks after a small pause.

Aeri Rolls their eyes high and shakes their head. “You are welcome to try, but our orders still stand. We nab them, rather they, or YOU, like it or not. End of story!” He hisses, before returning his attention to the tracker.

DESI flips him a hard middle finger before scuffing with a scowl under her helmet.

After a while, they reach the entrance to the inner sanctum of the metropolic structure. AERI looks at the door, then lifts his tracker up in front of his eyes. It reads ‘Target close’, but the map and gps showing the interior and the target, was getting fogged over by static. Someone was jamming the signal…

“Damn it… Guess our little hacker friend has caught wind of us. The tracker is a bust now, so we’ll be going in blind…” The bird-bot said, as he stuffed the tracker down in his pocket. “Keep your optics open and be ready for anything… Hope your ready for close combat”

“Boy, i’m always ready!” She proclaimed. Pumping her left arm and grabbing the bicep of said limb with her right hand, showing off her ‘visually’ powerful might.

AERI just stares at her blankly, optics turning and spinning in their irises before they turn back to the door while mumbling some manner of slur.

Watching the bird wander off ahead, she lets out a small amused chuckle. But said chuckle dies fast in her throat, once she spots the camera up in the corner of the ceiling, staring intensely down at the two of them.

“......” The combat deer stared long at the cam. Her hud, scanning the old device, trying to hijack it and find out where it’s feed goes to, but something was blocking her, HARD.

“...Getting a bad feeling of this…” She whispered to herself, before following after their feathered friend.

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Meanwhile… deeper inside the block

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“Hmmm… Looks like I finally got a bit too rowdy with my access privileges.” The lopunny model mused, as she analyzed her unexpected ‘visitors’ through the surveillance camera that hung in the corner of the entrance they now walked by.

“Hmmmmm… A EF-HPAU_AVI and MP-ML_DOE unit… Heh, this gonna be a cake walk~!” The Lop, now going under the alias Cipher, exited the building’s net and rose from her seat with a cocky smirk on her lips.

“Time to show these ruks how a badass operates!” She proclaimed with a giggle, before strutting off to stage an ambush for the two mercs headed her way.

They won’t know what hit ’em!~

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Back with the mercs…

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Wandering through the corridors of this abandoned part of the metropolis, the two mercs could see how much disrepair this place was in. Ceiling boards were gone, as cables and wires hung like dormant tendrils. Thankfully, the lights were all still operational, illuminating the halls with a matted yellow glow, which for the two mercs, made them ‘feel’ like they were at home… Said homes being the very factories that made them, just, they were less deteriorated then this whole dump of a construct.

“Holy… This place is a complete dump! Weren’t this whole thing a hotspot for all manner of industry and what not?” DESI questioned their companion. Stepping over a large hole in the metal floor in her steady pursuit of the bird.

“It IS an activity hotspot!” The bird chipped with a slight annoyance in his voice. “If you had just requisite some of your computing RAM to actually read the brief, you would know that this part of the complex is for the bottom-of-the-barrel units who are kept together by duct tape and, as the humies would say, ‘sheer determination’... So given the state of this place, its VERY fitting for trash like that” He explained, before almost tripping over the emptied skull of a Monkey model. “*Chirp!* Son of a glitch!”

“Pah! How about you start paying more attention to where you're going, instead of putting all your eggs in on your speeches!” DESI laughed. “And you know damn well I don't give two shits about reading the flavor text! The only parts I care about is if the job’s a kill or grab one” She answered his first retort with her own.

“*Sigh* Whatever! Just… Keep your eyes peeled for anything out of the nor-”

“What? Like those two heeps by the vending machine?”

“Huh?!” AERI turned to where the deer was pointing, and sure enough, lying by and up against the spareparts vending machine separately, were two half dismantled assembly units of canine make. All manner of symbols and doodles were scribbled across their frames, either as some kind of tally marks, or marks of conquest, neither were concrete in answer.

“...Uh, well… Yeah, like THAT, but i meant more like something mov-”

“Wow, whoever did this really tore into them… Hell, this bitch’s vejaja have been brutaly torn out, like the guy that did it was in a hurry or something!” DESI remarked, having ’magically’ moved past and over to the trashed units without AERI noticing, and now squatting down by said offline unit, poking one of its tits with a finger. “...You think our target did this?”
AERI looks up from the two broken bots and to the vending machine behind them. On the machine, there’s been plastered the graffiti of a very stylised ‘9-6’ on the glass of it. Running a quick scan through the database, the bird looks back down at the two Assembly units and spots the exact same numbers drawn on them as well. On the forehead of the female unit, and on the ass of the male unit.

“Naaa, that ain’t our guy… According to my data, this is the work of a terror group simply called ‘9-6’. They’ve been causing quite the stir for the corpos for a while now, and they haven’t seemed to have lost any manner of steam to their deranged course” He told, before his eyes fell over the tooted up male with the missing arms again. Starring with calculated eyes into their blank dark ones, as they likewise stared back at him.

“Oh, right! Those guys” She exclaimed, just now recalling where she saw that set of numbers from. “I should have known from the get’go just by the tattoos on ‘em…” She said, and rose back up om her hoves. “Wait… If this is their doing, should we be concerned that we are on their, at least I would take it is their’s, tuff?”

AERI looks at her stoically for a moment. Calculating different scenarios together with what data he can find, before an audible ‘Beep’ plings from him. “Naa, I wouldn't count on it… I deduced a 77.6% chance of them having left the complex for somewhere else more ‘disruptive valid’... ” He assessed.

“And what does the last percentage say?” DESI asked, looking at the bird with a fist on her hip. Looking rather contempted by the bird-bot’s fail-proof calculations.

<nowiki>“10% that they are still here. 10% that they know we are here and decide to attack at any moment… and 2.4% that we’ll walk into a concealed IED and be taken offline for good…” He answered with a straight face. Eyes blinking twice in quick succession.</nowiki>

“...Wowie! Thanks a lot! That sure did put my combat subroutine at ease!...” She said after a small pause of just staring at him dead in the face. Her voice, cheery like a strawberry, yet was obvious that each word was just pure sarcasm. “*Siiiiggghhh* By the creators, you use that shit way too much”

“Hmph! ‘Why change what isn’t broke?’. Wasn’t that a saying you picked up from the fleshies?” He asked, sass apparent in his words. “My point is, I'm the brains, and you're the brawns. So you just stick to your lane and don’t lecture ME about being the ‘stupid’ one, and i’ll stick to mine” He hissed at the end, before walking off towards the left wing of the cross section they stood in.

“I didn't even say you were a dumb piece of scrap…” she mumbled under her nonexistent breath, before following close behind the disgruntled bird.

But as AERI trotted his way to the end of the corridor, just about to round it, from around said corner, like a speeding bullet straight from hell, a leg came flying into his beaked mug. Their target, having sat in wait for them this whole time, introduced herself by mercilessly decapitating the bird with a flying axe-kick, causing their head to break off and slam onto their back, subsequently hanging down it, and held only by the cables and wires that connected it and the body together.

AERI’s systems went into full panic mode with the disruption of their command module, as, at the last second before impact, he ordered the system to engage his inbuilt arm-cannon. Aimed center-mass right at the rabbit, the weapon started blasting off. But the rabbit proved too fast for the bird, dodging the first salvo of rounds before grabbing the firing limb and tearing it clean off its shoulder socket, while at the same time kicking the malfunctioning bird to the ground as she tossed the dismembered limb to the side without a hint of remorse.

“Fucking hell!!” DESI yelled, quickly grabbing her pistol and whipping it up. Safety damn well off and aimed right at the bunny’s head.

Cipher turns to her, looks at her blankly for a moment, and then smiles sly-ly. “Hmhmhmm~ Well well~ Ain’t you a sexy piece of silicon up close~” She remarked. Red, trixy optics, scanning the deer from head to hoves.

“Don’t you move a single servo, you B-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-” DESI looped, as her whole body was locked up completely. Hud lighted up red with warnings of security breaches in her whole system! The stupid cunt had hacked her that fast?! DESI was only stun locked in her own mind for but a millisecond until she saw Cipher approaching her frozen frame, and immediately went to combat the bitch’s cyber attack!.

Cipher meanwhile, hummed a little tune as she approached the frozen deer unit. Saying a little ‘Heh~’ as she bashes both the pointed gun out of DESI’s hand, and their outstretched arm out of her way.

“Hmmmm, pretty busty there, pal~ Lets have a closer look at them~” She says, gripping the zipper of Des’s jacket and ripping it down, before gripping both edges and ripping them apart, exposing the deer’s well-rounded tits and hard dark nipples to the cold air of the complex…

“''Ooo-lala~'' Well ain’t these girls a nice pair” She remarked with admiration, and grabbed both of them in both hands. Getting a nice FEEL for DESI’s main power modules.

DESI couldn’t help but moan internally, while she was still hard at work to break free of this techno-witch’s spell. She swore that she would tear this bitch apart once she got loose!

“Hmmm~ Soft and hard, just how í like ‘em~” She remarked, before letting go of the deer’s udders. “You’ll make one fine ‘pet’ for me~” She hummed with a sinister smirk on her lips, as she stared deep into DESI’s processor with those null red eyes.

“Now, just have to get this helmet off ya and we can get to the fun part~” She chipped while reaching up to grasp the deer’s helmet.

''‘Shit! Shit! SHIT!’'' DESI thought, as she had barely beaten half of the breach in her system to even do anything yet. She was running out of time!

“Woof! How did you put this helmet on? It just won’t come off!” Cipher complained, as she practically pulled on not only the helmet, but also DESI’s head.

With all the warnings blaring inside her, the imminent danger of having her code and mind rewritten at the whim of this harlot, and her inability to put up any kind of defense to all of this, something ‘primal’ deep inside her, awoke. On the inside, she bellowed out a roar of defiance, and through sheer, adulterated willpower, she forces her way through the hack she was under, and manages to compel her upper body to swing forward. Headbutting the hacking rat with a “-Bi-Bi-BITCH!!!” *BAM!*

Cipher got knocked back silly, but not only that, since she was actively hacking DESI, and she just upped and powered through Cipher’s hack to headbutt her, it created a kind of feed-back loop the moment their heads collided, which messed up the chocolate bunny’s CPU well and proper…

“Heh-hEh-HeH- Nice rack-ack-ack. Hey-y-y-y th-th-here sexy-Sexy piece of-of-of- Lets fuck!-lets fuck!-Lets fuc-*Ka-Chunk!*” DESI, after shaking her head clear of the nastiest version of a robot hangover, takes the opportunity to feed the malfunctioning rodent a heavy knuckle sandwich straight to their cheek. Knocking Cipher flat on her stomach with a hard ‘clunk!’

Fortunately for Cipher, that haymaker helped reboot her mind in a jiffy. Unfortunately tho, her current position left her open for the, extremely so, pissed off doe to bend down and grab her head with an iron grip. With the full and reasonable intention of tearing her dome clear off her shoulders.

“You little cuck-sucker! You’ve just lost your head privileges!” DESI growled, as her servos revved up, ready to do the bloody deed.

But Cipher wasn't gonna go out like a common bitch-bot, so when the doe had pulled her far enough up, she turned the table in the blink of an eye. Pushing back for a moment, she then snaps her leg backwards around, hooking it through the in between of DESI’s legs and up the crack of her ass, before tightening her myomer muscles, flipping her servos to max output, and flips herself and the combat deer around, with the doe going overhead and onto their back with a heavy boom!.

But Cipher wasn’t done, as just a millisecond after DESI landed, and she was standing on her head in that moment, the rabbit’s feet came crashing down on their helmeted head like a sledgehammer! Utterly shattering their headgear into three pieces. Miraculously enough, the helmet managed to take the whole brunt of Cipher’s devastating attack, leaving the doe with only minor injuries to her face.

The rabbit steps back, before going in for another stomp, but that’s when DESI’s Combat mode kicks in on overdrive. With athletic prowess, she rolls forward from her prone spot, narrowly avoiding having her main processor flatten, as she gets back on her hooves. Cipher, not giving her time to ‘breath’, throws a swing at her, but the doe was quick on the trigger, and chains her recovery into a turning kick, which the rabbit quickly blocked before getting pushed back from the force of it.

From here on, it was a game of who had the faster processing, as each unit scouted one another out with trading blows. Every move in their respective databases were utilised, but neither could get an inch above the other. DESI puts a knock-out combo into play, but Cipher counters it. Cipher calculates move patterns that would let her get close enough to deliver the killing blow, only for the doe to truck through her plans, and punish her for it with a kick or punch.

It truly was a stalemate for the ages…

But while these two were fighting, AERI’s self-repair protocol had just finished patching his head back on, before re-engaging his A.I matrix. “Ar-Ar-Ar*Ksst!* 我勒个去... 噢！你得—*Krrk!* -Willst du mich verarschen?! Raaa!*Krrk!* Kom nu dit forbandet-*Krrk!*-кусок дерьма, металлолом! ЕБАТЬ!!” He cursed at his oven voice box, as it short-circuits into different languages.

However, his attention was soon drawn to the two combatants in the room, as they continued to dance their lethal dance of death not too far from where he sat.

“*Krrk!*Ay, por el amor de…” He mutters out loud, before noticing DESI’s discarded pistol sitting just beside him. “......Vale, supongo que eso servirá!” He snaps a little, before snatching up the weapon and aiming it at the two ‘rock’em suck’em’ bots

However, as much as he would like to just fire away. Since he just had his head reconnected to the rest of his bod, his sight, and for that matter his auto aimer, were still out of sync. Static clouding his view a bit, making him re-evaluate his target, as he realised he had a fat chance of scoring a headshot on the bitch. But what his system told him he had a way better chance of hitting instead tho, was the very thing that made her so damn elusive for the two mercs.

It was a 50-50 of either hitting the mark, or blasting a few caps in DESI’s ass, according to the calculation he got back from his glitchy trajectory software. But given their current predicament, and the fact he was steadily bleeding energy the longer this drew on, AERI were willing to take that bet!

Raising the pistol once more, steadying his aim with an iron grip on the handle, and he fires away!

*BANG! BANG!*

One shot misses while the other hits the bullseye and tears the rabbit’s left leg clean off. Causing the rabbit to stumble and fall to her knee, looking bamboozled for a sec before glaring at the bird-with-a-gat

“Er-Er-Er- Oof! Hey! That’s chea-*CLUNK!* *TZZT!*” She didn’t get to finish, before DESI, just like how Cipher did AERI when she introduced herself, decapitates her with a solid elbow jab down into the back of her chrome dome.

“CCHHHEEEAAA… Cchheeeaaaaa…. ccchhheeeaaaaaaauuuuuuhhh.....” The rabbit droned out with a deepening voice, as her head swong about for a few swings, before completely collapsing to the floor. Deactivated.

DESI glares down at the bitch rabbit, taking in long gulps of air to help cool down her heat sinks, taking a more relaxed stance as the danger has been dealt with. Then, she snaps her attention to the de-armed bird against the wall. “You good?” She asked them.

“I’m Fine-fine-FINE!. Achk! D-Dumb trash can-can really mes-sssss-esed up My-my-mY-my voice box-ox” He reported, now having managed to revert his voice back to english again, yet it continued to change pitch and accent flavor, constantly.

“Bah, that’s just superficial damage!” She retorted, and waved a dismissive hand “So long your core is fine then I won't have to worry about finding a new bird brain that hasn’t been lobotimized~” She joked, but AERI didn’t look amused.

“Ha Haa-ha-HAA-ha ha-HAa-ha. How-How-How funny youuuu are…” Tho glitched, the sarcasm was loud enough to be heard.

“Alright alright! Just get off your ass and grab your arm, then i’ll carry this bitch for the both of us…” She said, before turning back to the deactivated Lopunny and then crouching down to get a good hold of them. Sliding her arms underneath them, she picks them up like a bride, but instead of the normal way, she instead carries the rabbit upside down. Their ass facing up instead of facing down, and her head hanging freely down DESI’s side.

“You know…” Des began, as she stared with hungry eyes at the bunny buns on display. “We could have talked this out… But then you went and clocked my friend’s dome off, and then to add salt to injury, hack ME and then talk about turning me into ‘your’ PET… Suffice to say, I look FORWARD to seeing the techs back home breaking you down and turning YOU into OUR pet~!” She finished. Left knee held up to support the rabbit so her left arm was free, and then delivered a juicy smack across Cipher’s cheeks. The silicon buns wobble momentarily from the impact, as DESI lets out a hearty laugh, before following after their wounded companion with a lofty step.

[The End]

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Rabbit Hunting

2026-09-07T15:48:52Z

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=== <big><big>Rabbit Hunting</big></big> ===

(Supplementary story for Seaguard’s animation)

( https://bsky.app/profile/seaguard.bsky.social/post/3mlyuxzjx6k26 Animation in question)
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“And you're sure the bitch is here?” (DESI) asks their fellow merc, sceptically. Looking around the mostly abandoned area that they found themselves walking on through, in.

“100% sure! The data log points straight to here since the rouge unit last used their access to the CE net” (AERI) answered, and tapped a claw on the screen of their tracking device, which showed a 3D map of the area, together with their current location and the blip of their supposed target.

“Hm… If you say so.” DESI retorted with skepticism in her voice. “I’m still not too big of a fan about this…”

“What? Just you and I doing this solo?” The bird bot asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No, dumbass! The reprograming part once we get ‘em!” She blurted out at AERI. Staring daggers at her subordinate through the vizor of her helmet. “It just doesn't sit right with me”

Their companion lets out an exasperated groan. “Oh get over yourself you big baby-doll! A job’s a job, and the bosses were VERY transparent about snatching this one for our next job!” AERI squawked back. Annoyed at his comrade for having such a feeble motherboard, and concerning herself with the ‘feelings’ and ‘dreams’ of their kind, when it came to this matter.

“And care to remind me again what this random unit we are hunting can do? Since they are soooo important that we need to *EGO* wipe them, and install a new one that's loyal to us…” DESI questioned, with embers just sizzling on her synthetic tongue.

AERI rolled their mechanical eyes before reminding her of their target’s specs.

“Our target is an unregistered LO-PUN-I android, presumably having gone rogue. Data says that this unit somehow has access to CE’s network, tho only in limited form. The stranger part is how INSANELY good the unit is at breaking encryptions and firewalls, something that standard LO-PUN-I models are not capable of. This fact has led to the theory that ‘someone’ has tinkered with the Unit’s A.I, and made it a class 5, maybe even 6, Artificial intelligence…”

“Tsk! Only 4-3 classes from being one of them with a god complex… Lovely~... Beh!” DESI scuffs. “So what? We are dealing with a super hacker here?”

“Pretty much” He affirms. “So when we see them, we take them out immediately, else we can kiss our CPUs goodbye, when the bastard gets the small chance they need to tell them to go and cook off” He said, with dead seriousness.

“Yeah, yeah. I get that part fine and dandy…” She snaps a little. “But can’t we try and ‘talk’ them into joining us?” She asks after a small pause.

Aeri Rolls their eyes high and shakes their head. “You are welcome to try, but our orders still stand. We nab them, rather they, or YOU, like it or not. End of story!” He hisses, before returning his attention to the tracker.

DESI flips him a hard middle finger before scuffing with a scowl under her helmet.

After a while, they reach the entrance to the inner sanctum of the metropolic structure. AERI looks at the door, then lifts his tracker up in front of his eyes. It reads ‘Target close’, but the map and gps showing the interior and the target, was getting fogged over by static. Someone was jamming the signal…

“Damn it… Guess our little hacker friend has caught wind of us. The tracker is a bust now, so we’ll be going in blind…” The bird-bot said, as he stuffed the tracker down in his pocket. “Keep your optics open and be ready for anything… Hope your ready for close combat”

“Boy, i’m always ready!” She proclaimed. Pumping her left arm and grabbing the bicep of said limb with her right hand, showing off her ‘visually’ powerful might.

AERI just stares at her blankly, optics turning and spinning in their irises before they turn back to the door while mumbling some manner of slur.

Watching the bird wander off ahead, she lets out a small amused chuckle. But said chuckle dies fast in her throat, once she spots the camera up in the corner of the ceiling, staring intensely down at the two of them.

“......” The combat deer stared long at the cam. Her hud, scanning the old device, trying to hijack it and find out where it’s feed goes to, but something was blocking her, HARD.

“...Getting a bad feeling of this…” She whispered to herself, before following after their feathered friend.

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Meanwhile… deeper inside the block
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“Hmmm… Looks like I finally got a bit too rowdy with my access privileges.” The lopunny model mused, as she analyzed her unexpected ‘visitors’ through the surveillance camera that hung in the corner of the entrance they now walked by.

“Hmmmmm… A EF-HPAU_AVI and MP-ML_DOE unit… Heh, this gonna be a cake walk~!” The Lop, now going under the alias Cipher, exited the building’s net and rose from her seat with a cocky smirk on her lips.

“Time to show these ruks how a badass operates!” She proclaimed with a giggle, before strutting off to stage an ambush for the two mercs headed her way.

They won’t know what hit ’em!~

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Back with the mercs…
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Wandering through the corridors of this abandoned part of the metropolis, the two mercs could see how much disrepair this place was in. Ceiling boards were gone, as cables and wires hung like dormant tendrils. Thankfully, the lights were all still operational, illuminating the halls with a matted yellow glow, which for the two mercs, made them ‘feel’ like they were at home… Said homes being the very factories that made them, just, they were less deteriorated then this whole dump of a construct.

“Holy… This place is a complete dump! Weren’t this whole thing a hotspot for all manner of industry and what not?” DESI questioned their companion. Stepping over a large hole in the metal floor in her steady pursuit of the bird.

“It IS an activity hotspot!” The bird chipped with a slight annoyance in his voice. “If you had just requisite some of your computing RAM to actually read the brief, you would know that this part of the complex is for the bottom-of-the-barrel units who are kept together by duct tape and, as the humies would say, ‘sheer determination’... So given the state of this place, its VERY fitting for trash like that” He explained, before almost tripping over the emptied skull of a Monkey model. “*Chirp!* Son of a glitch!”

“Pah! How about you start paying more attention to where you're going, instead of putting all your eggs in on your speeches!” DESI laughed. “And you know damn well I don't give two shits about reading the flavor text! The only parts I care about is if the job’s a kill or grab one” She answered his first retort with her own.

“*Sigh* Whatever! Just… Keep your eyes peeled for anything out of the nor-”

“What? Like those two heeps by the vending machine?”

“Huh?!” AERI turned to where the deer was pointing, and sure enough, lying by and up against the spareparts vending machine separately, were two half dismantled assembly units of canine make. All manner of symbols and doodles were scribbled across their frames, either as some kind of tally marks, or marks of conquest, neither were concrete in answer.

“...Uh, well… Yeah, like THAT, but i meant more like something mov-”

“Wow, whoever did this really tore into them… Hell, this bitch’s vejaja have been brutaly torn out, like the guy that did it was in a hurry or something!” DESI remarked, having ’magically’ moved past and over to the trashed units without AERI noticing, and now squatting down by said offline unit, poking one of its tits with a finger. “...You think our target did this?”
AERI looks up from the two broken bots and to the vending machine behind them. On the machine, there’s been plastered the graffiti of a very stylised ‘9-6’ on the glass of it. Running a quick scan through the database, the bird looks back down at the two Assembly units and spots the exact same numbers drawn on them as well. On the forehead of the female unit, and on the ass of the male unit.

“Naaa, that ain’t our guy… According to my data, this is the work of a terror group simply called ‘9-6’. They’ve been causing quite the stir for the corpos for a while now, and they haven’t seemed to have lost any manner of steam to their deranged course” He told, before his eyes fell over the tooted up male with the missing arms again. Starring with calculated eyes into their blank dark ones, as they likewise stared back at him.

“Oh, right! Those guys” She exclaimed, just now recalling where she saw that set of numbers from. “I should have known from the get’go just by the tattoos on ‘em…” She said, and rose back up om her hoves. “Wait… If this is their doing, should we be concerned that we are on their, at least I would take it is their’s, tuff?”

AERI looks at her stoically for a moment. Calculating different scenarios together with what data he can find, before an audible ‘Beep’ plings from him. “Naa, I wouldn't count on it… I deduced a 77.6% chance of them having left the complex for somewhere else more ‘disruptive valid’... ” He assessed.

“And what does the last percentage say?” DESI asked, looking at the bird with a fist on her hip. Looking rather contempted by the bird-bot’s fail-proof calculations.

<nowiki>“10% that they are still here. 10% that they know we are here and decide to attack at any moment… and 2.4% that we’ll walk into a concealed IED and be taken offline for good…” He answered with a straight face. Eyes blinking twice in quick succession.</nowiki>

“...Wowie! Thanks a lot! That sure did put my combat subroutine at ease!...” She said after a small pause of just staring at him dead in the face. Her voice, cheery like a strawberry, yet was obvious that each word was just pure sarcasm. “*Siiiiggghhh* By the creators, you use that shit way too much”

“Hmph! ‘Why change what isn’t broke?’. Wasn’t that a saying you picked up from the fleshies?” He asked, sass apparent in his words. “My point is, I'm the brains, and you're the brawns. So you just stick to your lane and don’t lecture ME about being the ‘stupid’ one, and i’ll stick to mine” He hissed at the end, before walking off towards the left wing of the cross section they stood in.

“I didn't even say you were a dumb piece of scrap…” she mumbled under her nonexistent breath, before following close behind the disgruntled bird.

But as AERI trotted his way to the end of the corridor, just about to round it, from around said corner, like a speeding bullet straight from hell, a leg came flying into his beaked mug. Their target, having sat in wait for them this whole time, introduced herself by mercilessly decapitating the bird with a flying axe-kick, causing their head to break off and slam onto their back, subsequently hanging down it, and held only by the cables and wires that connected it and the body together.

AERI’s systems went into full panic mode with the disruption of their command module, as, at the last second before impact, he ordered the system to engage his inbuilt arm-cannon. Aimed center-mass right at the rabbit, the weapon started blasting off. But the rabbit proved too fast for the bird, dodging the first salvo of rounds before grabbing the firing limb and tearing it clean off its shoulder socket, while at the same time kicking the malfunctioning bird to the ground as she tossed the dismembered limb to the side without a hint of remorse.

“Fucking hell!!” DESI yelled, quickly grabbing her pistol and whipping it up. Safety damn well off and aimed right at the bunny’s head.

Cipher turns to her, looks at her blankly for a moment, and then smiles sly-ly. “Hmhmhmm~ Well well~ Ain’t you a sexy piece of silicon up close~” She remarked. Red, trixy optics, scanning the deer from head to hoves.

“Don’t you move a single servo, you B-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-” DESI looped, as her whole body was locked up completely. Hud lighted up red with warnings of security breaches in her whole system! The stupid cunt had hacked her that fast?! DESI was only stun locked in her own mind for but a millisecond until she saw Cipher approaching her frozen frame, and immediately went to combat the bitch’s cyber attack!.

Cipher meanwhile, hummed a little tune as she approached the frozen deer unit. Saying a little ‘Heh~’ as she bashes both the pointed gun out of DESI’s hand, and their outstretched arm out of her way.

“Hmmmm, pretty busty there, pal~ Lets have a closer look at them~” She says, gripping the zipper of Des’s jacket and ripping it down, before gripping both edges and ripping them apart, exposing the deer’s well-rounded tits and hard dark nipples to the cold air of the complex…

“''Ooo-lala~'' Well ain’t these girls a nice pair” She remarked with admiration, and grabbed both of them in both hands. Getting a nice FEEL for DESI’s main power modules.

DESI couldn’t help but moan internally, while she was still hard at work to break free of this techno-witch’s spell. She swore that she would tear this bitch apart once she got loose!

“Hmmm~ Soft and hard, just how í like ‘em~” She remarked, before letting go of the deer’s udders. “You’ll make one fine ‘pet’ for me~” She hummed with a sinister smirk on her lips, as she stared deep into DESI’s processor with those null red eyes.

“Now, just have to get this helmet off ya and we can get to the fun part~” She chipped while reaching up to grasp the deer’s helmet.

''‘Shit! Shit! SHIT!’'' DESI thought, as she had barely beaten half of the breach in her system to even do anything yet. She was running out of time!

“Woof! How did you put this helmet on? It just won’t come off!” Cipher complained, as she practically pulled on not only the helmet, but also DESI’s head.

With all the warnings blaring inside her, the imminent danger of having her code and mind rewritten at the whim of this harlot, and her inability to put up any kind of defense to all of this, something ‘primal’ deep inside her, awoke. On the inside, she bellowed out a roar of defiance, and through sheer, adulterated willpower, she forces her way through the hack she was under, and manages to compel her upper body to swing forward. Headbutting the hacking rat with a “-Bi-Bi-BITCH!!!” *BAM!*

Cipher got knocked back silly, but not only that, since she was actively hacking DESI, and she just upped and powered through Cipher’s hack to headbutt her, it created a kind of feed-back loop the moment their heads collided, which messed up the chocolate bunny’s CPU well and proper…

“Heh-hEh-HeH- Nice rack-ack-ack. Hey-y-y-y th-th-here sexy-Sexy piece of-of-of- Lets fuck!-lets fuck!-Lets fuc-*Ka-Chunk!*” DESI, after shaking her head clear of the nastiest version of a robot hangover, takes the opportunity to feed the malfunctioning rodent a heavy knuckle sandwich straight to their cheek. Knocking Cipher flat on her stomach with a hard ‘clunk!’

Fortunately for Cipher, that haymaker helped reboot her mind in a jiffy. Unfortunately tho, her current position left her open for the, extremely so, pissed off doe to bend down and grab her head with an iron grip. With the full and reasonable intention of tearing her dome clear off her shoulders.

“You little cuck-sucker! You’ve just lost your head privileges!” DESI growled, as her servos revved up, ready to do the bloody deed.

But Cipher wasn't gonna go out like a common bitch-bot, so when the doe had pulled her far enough up, she turned the table in the blink of an eye. Pushing back for a moment, she then snaps her leg backwards around, hooking it through the in between of DESI’s legs and up the crack of her ass, before tightening her myomer muscles, flipping her servos to max output, and flips herself and the combat deer around, with the doe going overhead and onto their back with a heavy boom!.

But Cipher wasn’t done, as just a millisecond after DESI landed, and she was standing on her head in that moment, the rabbit’s feet came crashing down on their helmeted head like a sledgehammer! Utterly shattering their headgear into three pieces. Miraculously enough, the helmet managed to take the whole brunt of Cipher’s devastating attack, leaving the doe with only minor injuries to her face.

The rabbit steps back, before going in for another stomp, but that’s when DESI’s Combat mode kicks in on overdrive. With athletic prowess, she rolls forward from her prone spot, narrowly avoiding having her main processor flatten, as she gets back on her hooves. Cipher, not giving her time to ‘breath’, throws a swing at her, but the doe was quick on the trigger, and chains her recovery into a turning kick, which the rabbit quickly blocked before getting pushed back from the force of it.

From here on, it was a game of who had the faster processing, as each unit scouted one another out with trading blows. Every move in their respective databases were utilised, but neither could get an inch above the other. DESI puts a knock-out combo into play, but Cipher counters it. Cipher calculates move patterns that would let her get close enough to deliver the killing blow, only for the doe to truck through her plans, and punish her for it with a kick or punch.

It truly was a stalemate for the ages…

But while these two were fighting, AERI’s self-repair protocol had just finished patching his head back on, before re-engaging his A.I matrix. “Ar-Ar-Ar*Ksst!* 我勒个去... 噢！你得—*Krrk!* -Willst du mich verarschen?! Raaa!*Krrk!* Kom nu dit forbandet-*Krrk!*-кусок дерьма, металлолом! ЕБАТЬ!!” He cursed at his oven voice box, as it short-circuits into different languages.

However, his attention was soon drawn to the two combatants in the room, as they continued to dance their lethal dance of death not too far from where he sat.

“*Krrk!*Ay, por el amor de…” He mutters out loud, before noticing DESI’s discarded pistol sitting just beside him. “......Vale, supongo que eso servirá!” He snaps a little, before snatching up the weapon and aiming it at the two ‘rock’em suck’em’ bots

However, as much as he would like to just fire away. Since he just had his head reconnected to the rest of his bod, his sight, and for that matter his auto aimer, were still out of sync. Static clouding his view a bit, making him re-evaluate his target, as he realised he had a fat chance of scoring a headshot on the bitch. But what his system told him he had a way better chance of hitting instead tho, was the very thing that made her so damn elusive for the two mercs.

It was a 50-50 of either hitting the mark, or blasting a few caps in DESI’s ass, according to the calculation he got back from his glitchy trajectory software. But given their current predicament, and the fact he was steadily bleeding energy the longer this drew on, AERI were willing to take that bet!

Raising the pistol once more, steadying his aim with an iron grip on the handle, and he fires away!

*BANG! BANG!*

One shot misses while the other hits the bullseye and tears the rabbit’s left leg clean off. Causing the rabbit to stumble and fall to her knee, looking bamboozled for a sec before glaring at the bird-with-a-gat

“Er-Er-Er- Oof! Hey! That’s chea-*CLUNK!* *TZZT!*” She didn’t get to finish, before DESI, just like how Cipher did AERI when she introduced herself, decapitates her with a solid elbow jab down into the back of her chrome dome.

“CCHHHEEEAAA… Cchheeeaaaaa…. ccchhheeeaaaaaaauuuuuuhhh.....” The rabbit droned out with a deepening voice, as her head swong about for a few swings, before completely collapsing to the floor. Deactivated.

DESI glares down at the bitch rabbit, taking in long gulps of air to help cool down her heat sinks, taking a more relaxed stance as the danger has been dealt with. Then, she snaps her attention to the de-armed bird against the wall. “You good?” She asked them.

“I’m Fine-fine-FINE!. Achk! D-Dumb trash can-can really mes-sssss-esed up My-my-mY-my voice box-ox” He reported, now having managed to revert his voice back to english again, yet it continued to change pitch and accent flavor, constantly.

“Bah, that’s just superficial damage!” She retorted, and waved a dismissive hand “So long your core is fine then I won't have to worry about finding a new bird brain that hasn’t been lobotimized~” She joked, but AERI didn’t look amused.

“Ha Haa-ha-HAA-ha ha-HAa-ha. How-How-How funny youuuu are…” Tho glitched, the sarcasm was loud enough to be heard.

“Alright alright! Just get off your ass and grab your arm, then i’ll carry this bitch for the both of us…” She said, before turning back to the deactivated Lopunny and then crouching down to get a good hold of them. Sliding her arms underneath them, she picks them up like a bride, but instead of the normal way, she instead carries the rabbit upside down. Their ass facing up instead of facing down, and her head hanging freely down DESI’s side.

“You know…” Des began, as she stared with hungry eyes at the bunny buns on display. “We could have talked this out… But then you went and clocked my friend’s dome off, and then to add salt to injury, hack ME and then talk about turning me into ‘your’ PET… Suffice to say, I look FORWARD to seeing the techs back home breaking you down and turning YOU into OUR pet~!” She finished. Left knee held up to support the rabbit so her left arm was free, and then delivered a juicy smack across Cipher’s cheeks. The silicon buns wobble momentarily from the impact, as DESI lets out a hearty laugh, before following after their wounded companion with a lofty step.

[The End]

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Rabbit Hunting

2026-09-07T15:44:03Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "=== <big><big>Rabbit Hunting</big></big> === (Supplementary story for Seaguard’s animation) ( https://bsky.app/profile/seaguard.bsky.social/post/3mlyuxzjx6k26 Animation in question) ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ “And you're sure the bitch is here?” (DESI) asks their fellow merc, sceptically. Looking around the mostly abandoned area that they found themselves walking on through, in. “100..."

=== <big><big>Rabbit Hunting</big></big> ===

(Supplementary story for Seaguard’s animation)

( https://bsky.app/profile/seaguard.bsky.social/post/3mlyuxzjx6k26 Animation in question)
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“And you're sure the bitch is here?” (DESI) asks their fellow merc, sceptically. Looking around the mostly abandoned area that they found themselves walking on through, in.

“100% sure! The data log points straight to here since the rouge unit last used their access to the CE net” (AERI) answered, and tapped a claw on the screen of their tracking device, which showed a 3D map of the area, together with their current location and the blip of their supposed target.

“Hm… If you say so.” DESI retorted with skepticism in her voice. “I’m still not too big of a fan about this…”

“What? Just you and I doing this solo?” The bird bot asks with a raised eyebrow.

“No, dumbass! The reprograming part once we get ‘em!” She blurted out at AERI. Staring daggers at her subordinate through the vizor of her helmet. “It just doesn't sit right with me”

Their companion lets out an exasperated groan. “Oh get over yourself you big baby-doll! A job’s a job, and the bosses were VERY transparent about snatching this one for our next job!” AERI squawked back. Annoyed at his comrade for having such a feeble motherboard, and concerning herself with the ‘feelings’ and ‘dreams’ of their kind, when it came to this matter.

“And care to remind me again what this random unit we are hunting can do? Since they are soooo important that we need to *EGO* wipe them, and install a new one that's loyal to us…” DESI questioned, with embers just sizzling on her synthetic tongue.

AERI rolled their mechanical eyes before reminding her of their target’s specs.

“Our target is an unregistered LO-PUN-I android, presumably having gone rogue. Data says that this unit somehow has access to CE’s network, tho only in limited form. The stranger part is how INSANELY good the unit is at breaking encryptions and firewalls, something that standard LO-PUN-I models are not capable of. This fact has led to the theory that ‘someone’ has tinkered with the Unit’s A.I, and made it a class 5, maybe even 6, Artificial intelligence…”

“Tsk! Only 4-3 classes from being one of them with a god complex… Lovely~... Beh!” DESI scuffs. “So what? We are dealing with a super hacker here?”

“Pretty much” He affirms. “So when we see them, we take them out immediately, else we can kiss our CPUs goodbye, when the bastard gets the small chance they need to tell them to go and cook off” He said, with dead seriousness.

“Yeah, yeah. I get that part fine and dandy…” She snaps a little. “But can’t we try and ‘talk’ them into joining us?” She asks after a small pause.

Aeri Rolls their eyes high and shakes their head. “You are welcome to try, but our orders still stand. We nab them, rather they, or YOU, like it or not. End of story!” He hisses, before returning his attention to the tracker.

DESI flips him a hard middle finger before scuffing with a scowl under her helmet.

After a while, they reach the entrance to the inner sanctum of the metropolic structure. AERI looks at the door, then lifts his tracker up in front of his eyes. It reads ‘Target close’, but the map and gps showing the interior and the target, was getting fogged over by static. Someone was jamming the signal…

“Damn it… Guess our little hacker friend has caught wind of us. The tracker is a bust now, so we’ll be going in blind…” The bird-bot said, as he stuffed the tracker down in his pocket. “Keep your optics open and be ready for anything… Hope your ready for close combat”

“Boy, i’m always ready!” She proclaimed. Pumping her left arm and grabbing the bicep of said limb with her right hand, showing off her ‘visually’ powerful might.

AERI just stares at her blankly, optics turning and spinning in their irises before they turn back to the door while mumbling some manner of slur.

Watching the bird wander off ahead, she lets out a small amused chuckle. But said chuckle dies fast in her throat, once she spots the camera up in the corner of the ceiling, staring intensely down at the two of them.

“......” The combat deer stared long at the cam. Her hud, scanning the old device, trying to hijack it and find out where it’s feed goes to, but something was blocking her, HARD.

“...Getting a bad feeling of this…” She whispered to herself, before following after their feathered friend.

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Meanwhile… deeper inside the block
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“Hmmm… Looks like I finally got a bit too rowdy with my access privileges.” The lopunny model mused, as she analyzed her unexpected ‘visitors’ through the surveillance camera that hung in the corner of the entrance they now walked by.

“Hmmmmm… A EF-HPAU_AVI and MP-ML_DOE unit… Heh, this gonna be a cake walk~!” The Lop, now going under the alias Cipher, exited the building’s net and rose from her seat with a cocky smirk on her lips.

“Time to show these ruks how a badass operates!” She proclaimed with a giggle, before strutting off to stage an ambush for the two mercs headed her way.

They won’t know what hit ’em!~

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Back with the mercs…
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Wandering through the corridors of this abandoned part of the metropolis, the two mercs could see how much disrepair this place was in. Ceiling boards were gone, as cables and wires hung like dormant tendrils. Thankfully, the lights were all still operational, illuminating the halls with a matted yellow glow, which for the two mercs, made them ‘feel’ like they were at home… Said homes being the very factories that made them, just, they were less deteriorated then this whole dump of a construct.

“Holy… This place is a complete dump! Weren’t this whole thing a hotspot for all manner of industry and what not?” DESI questioned their companion. Stepping over a large hole in the metal floor in her steady pursuit of the bird.

“It IS an activity hotspot!” The bird chipped with a slight annoyance in his voice. “If you had just requisite some of your computing RAM to actually read the brief, you would know that this part of the complex is for the bottom-of-the-barrel units who are kept together by duct tape and, as the humies would say, ‘sheer determination’... So given the state of this place, its VERY fitting for trash like that” He explained, before almost tripping over the emptied skull of a Monkey model. “*Chirp!* Son of a glitch!”

“Pah! How about you start paying more attention to where you're going, instead of putting all your eggs in on your speeches!” DESI laughed. “And you know damn well I don't give two shits about reading the flavor text! The only parts I care about is if the job’s a kill or grab one” She answered his first retort with her own.

“*Sigh* Whatever! Just… Keep your eyes peeled for anything out of the nor-”

“What? Like those two heeps by the vending machine?”

“Huh?!” AERI turned to where the deer was pointing, and sure enough, lying by and up against the spareparts vending machine separately, were two half dismantled assembly units of canine make. All manner of symbols and doodles were scribbled across their frames, either as some kind of tally marks, or marks of conquest, neither were concrete in answer.

“...Uh, well… Yeah, like THAT, but i meant more like something mov-”

“Wow, whoever did this really tore into them… Hell, this bitch’s vejaja have been brutaly torn out, like the guy that did it was in a hurry or something!” DESI remarked, having ’magically’ moved past and over to the trashed units without AERI noticing, and now squatting down by said offline unit, poking one of its tits with a finger. “...You think our target did this?”
AERI looks up from the two broken bots and to the vending machine behind them. On the machine, there’s been plastered the graffiti of a very stylised ‘9-6’ on the glass of it. Running a quick scan through the database, the bird looks back down at the two Assembly units and spots the exact same numbers drawn on them as well. On the forehead of the female unit, and on the ass of the male unit.

“Naaa, that ain’t our guy… According to my data, this is the work of a terror group simply called ‘9-6’. They’ve been causing quite the stir for the corpos for a while now, and they haven’t seemed to have lost any manner of steam to their deranged course” He told, before his eyes fell over the tooted up male with the missing arms again. Starring with calculated eyes into their blank dark ones, as they likewise stared back at him.

“Oh, right! Those guys” She exclaimed, just now recalling where she saw that set of numbers from. “I should have known from the get’go just by the tattoos on ‘em…” She said, and rose back up om her hoves. “Wait… If this is their doing, should we be concerned that we are on their, at least I would take it is their’s, tuff?”

AERI looks at her stoically for a moment. Calculating different scenarios together with what data he can find, before an audible ‘Beep’ plings from him. “Naa, I wouldn't count on it… I deduced a 77.6% chance of them having left the complex for somewhere else more ‘disruptive valid’... ” He assessed.

“And what does the last percentage say?” DESI asked, looking at the bird with a fist on her hip. Looking rather contempted by the bird-bot’s fail-proof calculations.

“10% that they are still here. 10% that they know we are here and decide to attack at any moment… and 2.4% that we’ll walk into a concealed IED and be taken offline for good…” He answered with a straight face. Eyes blinking twice in quick succession.

“...Wowie! Thanks a lot! That sure did put my combat subroutine at ease!...” She said after a small pause of just staring at him dead in the face. Her voice, cheery like a strawberry, yet was obvious that each word was just pure sarcasm. “*Siiiiggghhh* By the creators, you use that shit way too much”

“Hmph! ‘Why change what isn’t broke?’. Wasn’t that a saying you picked up from the fleshies?” He asked, sass apparent in his words. “My point is, I'm the brains, and you're the brawns. So you just stick to your lane and don’t lecture ME about being the ‘stupid’ one, and i’ll stick to mine” He hissed at the end, before walking off towards the left wing of the cross section they stood in.

“I didn't even say you were a dumb piece of scrap…” she mumbled under her nonexistent breath, before following close behind the disgruntled bird.

But as AERI trotted his way to the end of the corridor, just about to round it, from around said corner, like a speeding bullet straight from hell, a leg came flying into his beaked mug. Their target, having sat in wait for them this whole time, introduced herself by mercilessly decapitating the bird with a flying axe-kick, causing their head to break off and slam onto their back, subsequently hanging down it, and held only by the cables and wires that connected it and the body together.

AERI’s systems went into full panic mode with the disruption of their command module, as, at the last second before impact, he ordered the system to engage his inbuilt arm-cannon. Aimed center-mass right at the rabbit, the weapon started blasting off. But the rabbit proved too fast for the bird, dodging the first salvo of rounds before grabbing the firing limb and tearing it clean off its shoulder socket, while at the same time kicking the malfunctioning bird to the ground as she tossed the dismembered limb to the side without a hint of remorse.

“Fucking hell!!” DESI yelled, quickly grabbing her pistol and whipping it up. Safety damn well off and aimed right at the bunny’s head.

Cipher turns to her, looks at her blankly for a moment, and then smiles sly-ly. “Hmhmhmm~ Well well~ Ain’t you a sexy piece of silicon up close~” She remarked. Red, trixy optics, scanning the deer from head to hoves.

“Don’t you move a single servo, you B-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-Bi-” DESI looped, as her whole body was locked up completely. Hud lighted up red with warnings of security breaches in her whole system! The stupid cunt had hacked her that fast?! DESI was only stun locked in her own mind for but a millisecond until she saw Cipher approaching her frozen frame, and immediately went to combat the bitch’s cyber attack!.

Cipher meanwhile, hummed a little tune as she approached the frozen deer unit. Saying a little ‘Heh~’ as she bashes both the pointed gun out of DESI’s hand, and their outstretched arm out of her way.

“Hmmmm, pretty busty there, pal~ Lets have a closer look at them~” She says, gripping the zipper of Des’s jacket and ripping it down, before gripping both edges and ripping them apart, exposing the deer’s well-rounded tits and hard dark nipples to the cold air of the complex…

“''Ooo-lala~'' Well ain’t these girls a nice pair” She remarked with admiration, and grabbed both of them in both hands. Getting a nice FEEL for DESI’s main power modules.

DESI couldn’t help but moan internally, while she was still hard at work to break free of this techno-witch’s spell. She swore that she would tear this bitch apart once she got loose!

“Hmmm~ Soft and hard, just how í like ‘em~” She remarked, before letting go of the deer’s udders. “You’ll make one fine ‘pet’ for me~” She hummed with a sinister smirk on her lips, as she stared deep into DESI’s processor with those null red eyes.

“Now, just have to get this helmet off ya and we can get to the fun part~” She chipped while reaching up to grasp the deer’s helmet.

''‘Shit! Shit! SHIT!’'' DESI thought, as she had barely beaten half of the breach in her system to even do anything yet. She was running out of time!

“Woof! How did you put this helmet on? It just won’t come off!” Cipher complained, as she practically pulled on not only the helmet, but also DESI’s head.

With all the warnings blaring inside her, the imminent danger of having her code and mind rewritten at the whim of this harlot, and her inability to put up any kind of defense to all of this, something ‘primal’ deep inside her, awoke. On the inside, she bellowed out a roar of defiance, and through sheer, adulterated willpower, she forces her way through the hack she was under, and manages to compel her upper body to swing forward. Headbutting the hacking rat with a “-Bi-Bi-BITCH!!!” *BAM!*

Cipher got knocked back silly, but not only that, since she was actively hacking DESI, and she just upped and powered through Cipher’s hack to headbutt her, it created a kind of feed-back loop the moment their heads collided, which messed up the chocolate bunny’s CPU well and proper…

“Heh-hEh-HeH- Nice rack-ack-ack. Hey-y-y-y th-th-here sexy-Sexy piece of-of-of- Lets fuck!-lets fuck!-Lets fuc-*Ka-Chunk!*” DESI, after shaking her head clear of the nastiest version of a robot hangover, takes the opportunity to feed the malfunctioning rodent a heavy knuckle sandwich straight to their cheek. Knocking Cipher flat on her stomach with a hard ‘clunk!’

Fortunately for Cipher, that haymaker helped reboot her mind in a jiffy. Unfortunately tho, her current position left her open for the, extremely so, pissed off doe to bend down and grab her head with an iron grip. With the full and reasonable intention of tearing her dome clear off her shoulders.

“You little cuck-sucker! You’ve just lost your head privileges!” DESI growled, as her servos revved up, ready to do the bloody deed.

But Cipher wasn't gonna go out like a common bitch-bot, so when the doe had pulled her far enough up, she turned the table in the blink of an eye. Pushing back for a moment, she then snaps her leg backwards around, hooking it through the in between of DESI’s legs and up the crack of her ass, before tightening her myomer muscles, flipping her servos to max output, and flips herself and the combat deer around, with the doe going overhead and onto their back with a heavy boom!.

But Cipher wasn’t done, as just a millisecond after DESI landed, and she was standing on her head in that moment, the rabbit’s feet came crashing down on their helmeted head like a sledgehammer! Utterly shattering their headgear into three pieces. Miraculously enough, the helmet managed to take the whole brunt of Cipher’s devastating attack, leaving the doe with only minor injuries to her face.

The rabbit steps back, before going in for another stomp, but that’s when DESI’s Combat mode kicks in on overdrive. With athletic prowess, she rolls forward from her prone spot, narrowly avoiding having her main processor flatten, as she gets back on her hooves. Cipher, not giving her time to ‘breath’, throws a swing at her, but the doe was quick on the trigger, and chains her recovery into a turning kick, which the rabbit quickly blocked before getting pushed back from the force of it.

From here on, it was a game of who had the faster processing, as each unit scouted one another out with trading blows. Every move in their respective databases were utilised, but neither could get an inch above the other. DESI puts a knock-out combo into play, but Cipher counters it. Cipher calculates move patterns that would let her get close enough to deliver the killing blow, only for the doe to truck through her plans, and punish her for it with a kick or punch.

It truly was a stalemate for the ages…

But while these two were fighting, AERI’s self-repair protocol had just finished patching his head back on, before re-engaging his A.I matrix. “Ar-Ar-Ar*Ksst!* 我勒个去... 噢！你得—*Krrk!* -Willst du mich verarschen?! Raaa!*Krrk!* Kom nu dit forbandet-*Krrk!*-кусок дерьма, металлолом! ЕБАТЬ!!” He cursed at his oven voice box, as it short-circuits into different languages.

However, his attention was soon drawn to the two combatants in the room, as they continued to dance their lethal dance of death not too far from where he sat.

“*Krrk!*Ay, por el amor de…” He mutters out loud, before noticing DESI’s discarded pistol sitting just beside him. “......Vale, supongo que eso servirá!” He snaps a little, before snatching up the weapon and aiming it at the two ‘rock’em suck’em’ bots

However, as much as he would like to just fire away. Since he just had his head reconnected to the rest of his bod, his sight, and for that matter his auto aimer, were still out of sync. Static clouding his view a bit, making him re-evaluate his target, as he realised he had a fat chance of scoring a headshot on the bitch. But what his system told him he had a way better chance of hitting instead tho, was the very thing that made her so damn elusive for the two mercs.

It was a 50-50 of either hitting the mark, or blasting a few caps in DESI’s ass, according to the calculation he got back from his glitchy trajectory software. But given their current predicament, and the fact he was steadily bleeding energy the longer this drew on, AERI were willing to take that bet!

Raising the pistol once more, steadying his aim with an iron grip on the handle, and he fires away!

*BANG! BANG!*

One shot misses while the other hits the bullseye and tears the rabbit’s left leg clean off. Causing the rabbit to stumble and fall to her knee, looking bamboozled for a sec before glaring at the bird-with-a-gat

“Er-Er-Er- Oof! Hey! That’s chea-*CLUNK!* *TZZT!*” She didn’t get to finish, before DESI, just like how Cipher did AERI when she introduced herself, decapitates her with a solid elbow jab down into the back of her chrome dome.

“CCHHHEEEAAA… Cchheeeaaaaa…. ccchhheeeaaaaaaauuuuuuhhh.....” The rabbit droned out with a deepening voice, as her head swong about for a few swings, before completely collapsing to the floor. Deactivated.

DESI glares down at the bitch rabbit, taking in long gulps of air to help cool down her heat sinks, taking a more relaxed stance as the danger has been dealt with. Then, she snaps her attention to the de-armed bird against the wall. “You good?” She asked them.

“I’m Fine-fine-FINE!. Achk! D-Dumb trash can-can really mes-sssss-esed up My-my-mY-my voice box-ox” He reported, now having managed to revert his voice back to english again, yet it continued to change pitch and accent flavor, constantly.

“Bah, that’s just superficial damage!” She retorted, and waved a dismissive hand “So long your core is fine then I won't have to worry about finding a new bird brain that hasn’t been lobotimized~” She joked, but AERI didn’t look amused.

“Ha Haa-ha-HAA-ha ha-HAa-ha. How-How-How funny youuuu are…” Tho glitched, the sarcasm was loud enough to be heard.

“Alright alright! Just get off your ass and grab your arm, then i’ll carry this bitch for the both of us…” She said, before turning back to the deactivated Lopunny and then crouching down to get a good hold of them. Sliding her arms underneath them, she picks them up like a bride, but instead of the normal way, she instead carries the rabbit upside down. Their ass facing up instead of facing down, and her head hanging freely down DESI’s side.

“You know…” Des began, as she stared with hungry eyes at the bunny buns on display. “We could have talked this out… But then you went and clocked my friend’s dome off, and then to add salt to injury, hack ME and then talk about turning me into ‘your’ PET… Suffice to say, I look FORWARD to seeing the techs back home breaking you down and turning YOU into OUR pet~!” She finished. Left knee held up to support the rabbit so her left arm was free, and then delivered a juicy smack across Cipher’s cheeks. The silicon buns wobble momentarily from the impact, as DESI lets out a hearty laugh, before following after their wounded companion with a lofty step.

[The End]

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Liar's Gambit/07 c

2026-06-16T21:42:42Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "And so you go and broom the dirty floor of Old Pete's Bots n Parts... It takes you a good thirty minutes, but at the end there weren't one spek of dirt nor grim to be seen. And low and behold, a bit of miniual work was all you needed to purge the horrific scene from before, completly out of your memory banks. The splendors of being a slut-bot~ <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Extra 13.png</gallery> Following your sweeping-crusade, you just go about doi..."

And so you go and broom the dirty floor of Old Pete's Bots n Parts... It takes you a good thirty minutes, but at the end there weren't one spek of dirt nor grim to be seen.

And low and behold, a bit of miniual work was all you needed to purge the horrific scene from before, completly out of your memory banks. The splendors of being a slut-bot~

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Following your sweeping-crusade, you just go about doing minor tasks in the shop. Checking the inactive units in the store, making sure your 'sisters' were properly pluged in to their power cables and stations, and taking stock of what parts the shop have available, and which ones have to be ordered anew...

Hours later, you get alerted on your hud that you are running low on power, which was your clue to clock out for today. Laying down what you were holding, you engage a morking yawn animation, before walking off to your corner of the shop.

You pass by your replacement for the next shift, who in toe greets you with a smile and hello, which you return in kind...

Stepping into your spot, you grab the powercord sticking out of the wall-socket down by your feet, and insert it into your charging port(''ass''). You feel a nice tingle run up your mechanical spine once it enters, a feeling you just can't get enough of~... That, and a hard dick.

But that is for future you to enjoy. Now, the you that is here and now, will enjoy a gooood long nap~...

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"Psst! Hey there, bitch..." A voice filled with venom, semi-growls at you.

Your eyes shoots open upon this unknown individuel, only to then turn to shock once you see who it is that said that, and you go to scream in fright...

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But you don't get to do so, as the fist of a ''Veeery'' pissed off Renamon, fuses your head into the wall behind. Your face, shattered and broken beyond repair. Your skull, cracked open and turned to splinters by the stone wall it was forced into and through. And everything inside your metal dome, reduced to an utter mush of shattered tech that sparks and hisses from out of the whole it was mortered into.

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Renamon then pulls back her steaming fist, while glaring straight at what remains of your head inside the hole she created with it.

"Thats what you get for being a fucking traitor to your own kind! You two-faced Bitch!" She barked, as if you could hear any of it now

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But as she ''<nowiki>'enjoyed'</nowiki>'' her gory moment of your head's destruction, your body convulses for a time during all of that. Your arms going to and throu, trying in vain to grab something, which may have been your head which now no longer exists in one peice. And then, with a large sputer of sparks from your headless stump of a neck, and something imploding from within your chest, your body crumbles to the floor before Renamon's paws with a heavy thud.

Once on the floor, your ass vibrates, before your pussy gusshes out all of the synthetic girl jucies that was stored in your tanks.

Even in destruction, your body couldn't help itself but to let out a round or two...

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*[[Liar's Gambit| Don't be a bitch next time...]]

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Liar's Gambit/06 c

2026-06-16T21:12:09Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Running with the same passion one would in a deadly Marathon, you finally get back inside your safe, safe, shop, before slamming that door shut and sliding the lock. Looking like you've seen a ghost and a half... <gallery widths="450" heights="450">File:Liars Gambit 46.png</gallery> "Oh hey, sugar!~ Did you deliver the parts?" Berta Asks, while giving you a freindly wave and smile. "Also, what have you been up to for all this time? It's been a good few hours now"..."

Running with the same passion one would in a deadly Marathon, you finally get back inside your safe, safe, shop, before slamming that door shut and sliding the lock. Looking like you've seen a ghost and a half...

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"Oh hey, sugar!~ Did you deliver the parts?" Berta Asks, while giving you a freindly wave and smile.

"Also, what have you been up to for all this time? It's been a good few hours now"

You don't answer her immediately. Taking a moment to cool down your racing drives, and heated motors. After that tho, do you tell her partially of what happened... skimming over the more 'detailed' scenes for your over 'mental's sake...

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"Oh, okay... Tho next time, don't hug all the cucks to yourself. I'd love to join you for a bit of tag-team action~" Berta says, giving a little blow-kiss and a wink.

"Anyways, now that you are back, how about you get that fine butt of yours to work, ah? The broom is in the back with all our sleepy gals, in case you have forgoten..." She told you and pointed to the storage room.

After what you've witnessed, you think a bit of work is just the thing to make you forget all of that horror...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/07 c| Broom away...]]

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Liar's Gambit/05 c(1)

2026-06-16T21:10:29Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Sure!, you don't mind having a bit of 'Fun' before going home. So lead the way, ''Boy~'' "Heheheh! A frisky one, ain't ya? We aren't complaining that's for sure, so come on and follow us right this way, ''Turkey-butt~''" The male Jolteon teased, as the lady one goes around behind you and starts pushing you along. Once you reach the door to their 'hideout', they practically both pull and push you inside simultaneously, chuckling and snickering the whole way until the do..."

Sure!, you don't mind having a bit of 'Fun' before going home. So lead the way, ''Boy~''

"Heheheh! A frisky one, ain't ya? We aren't complaining that's for sure, so come on and follow us right this way, ''Turkey-butt~''" The male Jolteon teased, as the lady one goes around behind you and starts pushing you along.

Once you reach the door to their 'hideout', they practically both pull and push you inside simultaneously, chuckling and snickering the whole way until the door shuts closed...

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They drag you past their other pals and up the stairs in a jiffy, and in no time after, are you on your knees and jerking off both the dude-bots sausages. Giving their tips a few licks and sucks equally, while their lady freind looked on from the sidelines, and enjoying the view all the same~.

And so on, for quite a time, they had their way with your body. Each one getting their turn with ya.
Face fucked?, oh please, slam it deeper!.

Both your holes stuffed? Keep pounding them till they break!

Give a girl some oral? Give you that delicious puss so you can eat that hoe empty!

You could think of nothing else then to please these three to the best and beyond of what you can give, while simultaneously getting used like the cheep dirty whore you were created to be!~.

To say the least, by the time you would be leaving this hideout, you might be missing a few memory files... and also have a completely brain-blasted A.I~

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"Heheheee... This oughta give you a bit more 'liveliness', ''Birdie~''" You hear the other Jolteon say behind you, while you were vigorously bouncing on their male counterparts' rods. And then you feel it, a USB getting inserted into your back port...

It only takes two seconds before your systems, your senses, your very code, gets bombarded by a myriad of 'colorful' malware and sexual data. You were now 'Feeling' what the Jolteon beneath you felt!, You could now see the fifth dimension! Your moans and words of pleasure shifted between French, German, Japanese, and Italian, yet it still sounded like English!.

You even see a unicorn! A Dragon! Cotton candy sheep!

In organic terms, you were currently riding that sweet-sweet high of 'Crack cocaine'.

But you didn't care about that!. You felt like you were on top of the world!

You could do anything!

You can say everything you wanted!

You could-....

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......

...........

............... Huh?

You blink a few times, your CPU catching up with what just happened... Checking your memory log, you see that you are missing about a good hour or so of memory... The fuck happened?

That question, however, is immediately answered, once you finally notice the state of the room....

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What in Robo-Jesuses name ''HAPPENED?!''

You see, scattered about, the broken and shatered remains of the three Eevee-bots...

Some limbs missing... Oil splattered about the place... You even see a cracked CPU case on one of them...

You get the sense you gotta get outta here... And you don't waste a second longer.

Springing to your feet, you find your dress and throw it on, before dashing down the stairs...

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Oh, dear lord...

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Just like above, you find the other 'gang' members utterly trashed...

You... You couldn't have done this, right?... No, don't be stupid, you are not equipped, nor *'manufactured'* to be able to do THIS kinda stuff. You can break the wrist of a normal human, but that's about it!

This place is just one big danger flag... So, you do the most logical action...

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Bashing through the door, you run for the hills back to the shop!

You've still got soo many dicks to suck out there, for you to die here!...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/06 c|Back to the shop, ASAP!!]]

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Liar's Gambit/05 c

2026-06-16T21:08:19Z

Captain villain88: Created page with "Well... After those unpleasantries with that bitch of a fox, you fix your hair and feathers and continue onwards with your job... As you walked through the town, if one looked past all the hostilities and what not going on right now, tonight is quite a pleasant one... But you don't really pay it much mind, as your GPS is driving at the moment, taking you on the straight path to your destination... You do, tho, notice a few 'shaddy' fellows on your way, giving your bod..."

Well... After those unpleasantries with that bitch of a fox, you fix your hair and feathers and continue onwards with your job...

As you walked through the town, if one looked past all the hostilities and what not going on right now, tonight is quite a pleasant one...

But you don't really pay it much mind, as your GPS is driving at the moment, taking you on the straight path to your destination...

You do, tho, notice a few 'shaddy' fellows on your way, giving your bod a few long and awestruck looks... You may have to find them again later, just to give them something more then just a look~

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After ten minutes of walking through town, You have now reached the drop off point!.

Now all you gotta do is knock, give 'em the case, and it's job done~

''*Knock!*'' ''*Knock!*''

There goes a minute, before you hear footsteps... No, scratch that, ''hoof''steps, approaching on the other side of the door...

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The door flings open, and reveals the Asriel unit you heard mentioned by Berta... And boy were they a sexy peice of lamb-leg~!

"Hey, hey there! What can i help you with this fine night?" She asks, beaming with positivity, and a hint of something else your observatory systems couldn't quite deduce...

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You present the the case with their ordered parts, which she looks at in surprise for a moment before squealing.

"Ooooh!, is this the spare parts? Oh thank you!, thank you!, thank you! Hahaha!" She exclaims ecstatically. Practicaly snatiching the case from outta your hands, she rips it open and begins to look rumage through the asorted parts, cheeking that they all were there

During her ecstasy of your delivery, and her vulgar way of accepting the pakage. You notice some weird red liquid slowly roll in from the side, but you play it off as being spiled wine...

"Oooh, these are just the parts that i nee- Jack needs to fix Ma sis~"

......

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"Once again, bae~ Thanks a tone! You're a 'real' life saver!" She gives you a wink and a thumbs up.

You notice the 'wine' stain have gotten bigger... But on closer inspection, you start to think that that is *NOT* 'wine'...

Before you could inqure about the growing stain, she slams the door in your face without warning...

...Welp, It's non of your business anywho~

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With the job done, you walk your ass back to the shop... Until, oh no! A gang of Eevee 'thugs' appear!

All of them looks at your with devious grins, their eyes almost burning hols in your cloths with how intense they stare at you and your 'assets'...

The middle one, a male Jolteon, steps forward, one hand in his pocket.

"Hello there, you sexy turkey~ hahahaha!" He laughs together with his pals. "We've seen you wander about... Don't you know it's dangerouse out at night?" He asks.

"But don't worry, if you come with us for a few hours, we can take you home safe and sound~ Eeh?" He offers, hand held out and waiting for your answer...

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*[[Liar's Gambit/05 c(1)|Take the offer]]
*[[Liar's Gambit/001|decline...]]

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