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robothell2015-08-11 11:31 pm
liberationherald) wrote in robothell2015-08-11 11:31 pm
Never Make Light of Boing, Son
Who: Star Liberator and Koh
Where: On the edge of the city on the edge
When: In the middle of the sex pollen event
What: Getting in touch with your feelings in the worst way
Warnings: Garbage smut
[Star Liberator, a soldier once known for tearing up worlds, now found himself stranded on a dead world. It turned out the build-a-spaceship plan didn't get off the ground. Not only that, he discovered offworld communication was impossible. His options dwindled by each day he spent in this prison world.
The worst of it? His liquid medication, the ones that keep any aberrant mental disturbance at bay, were now almost to the bottom of their tanks. No way he could synthesize the compound, he had not received that kind of education. He recognized more and more he thought without the full clarity his design had allowed him in the past. Now he had something weighing through his brain, a hot and caged feeling. It made him want to snap, at first..
Now he had a new contender for a big problem: the strange plant life that began flourishing. He mistook them for invaders, threatening to dispose them, only for them to crumble into dust.
Thus he learned the dust proved more dangerous than he though: it was a toxin. A toxin he could not cure or fix. He couldn't diagnose what was going on, only through the off-chance knowledge of others were affected by it. It began to weigh his mind with something strong as emotion, something deep and instinctual, something that eroded tactics and training. He couldn't place the word for this feeling, only that it made him lash out at any nearby immobile object.
Which brought him to the edge of the city, taking his frustrations out by mauling a piece of metal, clawing it like a beast. Anything to stop these feelings, really.]
Where: On the edge of the city on the edge
When: In the middle of the sex pollen event
What: Getting in touch with your feelings in the worst way
Warnings: Garbage smut
[Star Liberator, a soldier once known for tearing up worlds, now found himself stranded on a dead world. It turned out the build-a-spaceship plan didn't get off the ground. Not only that, he discovered offworld communication was impossible. His options dwindled by each day he spent in this prison world.
The worst of it? His liquid medication, the ones that keep any aberrant mental disturbance at bay, were now almost to the bottom of their tanks. No way he could synthesize the compound, he had not received that kind of education. He recognized more and more he thought without the full clarity his design had allowed him in the past. Now he had something weighing through his brain, a hot and caged feeling. It made him want to snap, at first..
Now he had a new contender for a big problem: the strange plant life that began flourishing. He mistook them for invaders, threatening to dispose them, only for them to crumble into dust.
Thus he learned the dust proved more dangerous than he though: it was a toxin. A toxin he could not cure or fix. He couldn't diagnose what was going on, only through the off-chance knowledge of others were affected by it. It began to weigh his mind with something strong as emotion, something deep and instinctual, something that eroded tactics and training. He couldn't place the word for this feeling, only that it made him lash out at any nearby immobile object.
Which brought him to the edge of the city, taking his frustrations out by mauling a piece of metal, clawing it like a beast. Anything to stop these feelings, really.]
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He groans, his body hissing to relieve the heat once he gets himself in there. He settles for a moment, like relishing a sweet tooth before he begins to plunge himself into the wolf's slot, pulling himself out to begin the cycle again.]
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That and this bodily function you've helped him discover. He whimpers lightly, sounds of pleasure slipping past him as his slot massages the dragon's member as it repeatedly leaves and enters him. Strange how this act feels...correct. It's hard to explain, but in a way, he understands it. Perhaps Star has an equally instinctual understanding of this phenomenon.)