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>You squirm as the drug and hormone induced arousal keeps building up
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>You involuntarily rub your thighs together as you whip out your Glim-Pad
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>You need to get out of here...
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>More importantly, you need to do it where you can take "care" of yourself in private
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>You run a shaky finger through the ShadowCab app and quickly tap at the options
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>[x] Tinted windows, [x] Quick ride, [x] Driverless, [x] No sharing
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>[Confirm ($199.99)]
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>Princesses, this is going to leave a huge dent in your nonexistent funds
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>You'll just have to put it on credit for now and worry about it later
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>Escaping that crazed razorgirl takes priority
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>You confirm your fare and shove the Glim-Pad back into the skirt, squeezing it in place between your pelvis and the waistband
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>Now, to survive until your cab arrives...
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>You bite your lip and resist the urge to touch yourself down below again
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>Gotta stay alert to defend yourself
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>There's no telling what'll happen if Indigo catches you with your panties around your ankles and a puddle below your ass
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>That'd be kinda kinky, to be honest--
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>No! Focus!
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>You turn your head and take another look at the couple fighting
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>Your eyes catch Indigo's blue-and-purple blur just in time to see her swiping the drone midair
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>Her fingernail-talons shred through the rotor with ease like it's made of paper
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>*pzzzzzt*
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>A shower of sparks land on Indigo as she grins triumphantly
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>"[WE'LL *bzzt* FINISH THIS TONIGHT *bang* I'M NOT DONE WITH-- *zap*]"
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>"Hah! That's what you always say before mewling like a pussy with my head in between your legs"
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>"[FUCK YOU--]"
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>The drone sputters angrily before completely losing control and dipping sideways
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>It crashes into a million pieces onto the pavement
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>"Now now, where was I?"
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>Indigo turns towards you
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>Shit
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>You shuffle onto your knees and grip your shock katana tightly
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>Indigo's outfit is in tatters
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>Her shredded necktie flutters away in the wind as she walks towards you
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>The lower half of her vest has been neatly cut away somehow
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>You see a glimpse of her neon blue panties through the bullet holes in her skirt
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>Focus!
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>You pry your eyes away from the alluring sight and glare at Indigo
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>"Ah, caught you staring~ Let me guess, your chemical glands working up a storm?"
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>You blush furiously
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"N-no, I'm fine"
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>"Sure, sure. I'm sure you are..."
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>Indigo lines up her fingers in that karate-chop form again, lining up all her fingernail-talons in parallel
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>"First, I'm going to cut that slutty little blouse open. I'm a small-tiddy gal, you see. Fuckin' love them handfuls."
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>You get up and spread your legs apart, wincing at the dull medicated pain shooting up from your thigh
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>Both hands on the katana, one at the handguard and one at the pommel
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>You take a deep breath
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>"And then, I'm going to stick my fingers in that sweet, tight little--"
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>You hear an autocar screeching to a halt behind you
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"Yes!"
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>The door opens with a loud hiss of hydraulics nearing the end of its service life
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>You sheathe your shock katana in one smooth motion despite the pain
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>You're awesome like that
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>Too bad about having to turn tail this figth...
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>You do an about-face on your heel after securing your blade
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>"Hey, where do you think you're going?"
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>You're just about ready to jump in and escape--
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>A full-bodied woman with a striking red-and-yellow hair steps out of the car
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>She's dressed in a tank top and a short trimmed jacket
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>Her legs are clad in tight, blue leggings and standing on high heeled boots
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>She winks at you
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>"You called for a cab?"
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>You don't know her personally, but you recognize her sleeve immediately
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"You're a Sunset?"
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>She unslings a massive tube-shaped launcher and aims it at Indigo
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>That's far enough, razorgirl. I'm gonna have to ask you to stop walking."
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>Indigo snarls
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>"Razorgirl? Oh, you're mistaken if you think I'm some cheap knifeslut-for-hire. I have a name and a serial, bitch! Who the hell are you anyway, ordering me around like you own the district--"
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>Sunset sighs and pulls the trigger
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>*Pop*
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>A huge web of green, sticky stuff spreads out and lands all over Indigo
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>"Ack!"
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>Indigo stops in her tracks as the stuff congeals and hardens immediately
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>You look dumbfounded at her as she flails wildly trying to cut herself free
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>"Get in the cab," Sunset says. "She's gonna cut through that eventually and I am *not* a fighter"
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>You stare out the tinted windows as the autocar speeds down Bislut Megalane
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>The jagged skyline of Shadowbolt City flys past
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>Somewhere in the distance, you see the sky-high needle of the stratoport piercing the hazy sky
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>Sunset shakes a can of insta-bandage and squirts some of it over your wound like whipped cream
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"Owww, it stings"
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>"Oh, shush. Unless you prefer to have it open and infected"
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"Hmph..."
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>You say nothing and stare at the redhead's fingers as she rubs the bandage in gently
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>"There, all patched up." (+1)
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>She wipes her fingers on your naked thigh and rustles your hair
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"T-thanks"
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>You bend forward and roll your bloodstained thigh-high up from your ankle
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>"You Dashes are so cute when you're being cared for~"
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"Whatever"
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>You stare blankly out the window again
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>The sky turns orange as a TriX rocket re-enters atmosphere and makes a vertical landing
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>The massive fuselage hooks itself to the needle with calculated precision
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>Bright yellow sparks shoot out from the connection as friction brakes slow the rocket gently
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>It disappears behind the jungle of high-rises
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>"So."
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"So?"
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>You lock eyes together in uncomfortable silence.
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>"You wanna tell me how you ended up fighting a razorgirl in front of the Shadowbolt City PD and stinking like a teenager about to get her first pussy?"
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>Shit
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>Your face flushes red with embarrassment and defiance
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"First of all, I don't even know you. Second, I called for a no-sharing cab. You aren't even supposed to be here. Third..."
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>You inhale, wondering if you really do smell like a horny teenager
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"...H-how did you know?"
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>Sunset smirks
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>"Well, I'm an S-rank licensed slut. I have an eye for these kinds of things. Of course, my sleeve is the 'Red Harlot' variant, so I can smell arousal like shark smells blood in the water. Not to mention..."
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>She undoes her seatbelt and turns toward you, opening up her jacket for you to see
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>"It comes with enhanced 'goods' for my clients' pleasure~"
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>Your eyes dart between each of her erect nipples showing through her tank top
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>Her breasts are... wow
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>They're fairly large
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>Her collarbones are pronounced at the base of her neck, just like those lithe girls in your Neo-Nippon mangas
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>Your eyes trail downward towards her tummy
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>Her tank top ends just past her navel, and you can see slight bumps of her abs
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>You also see her skintight blue leggings stretched taut over her pubic area
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>Whatever she's wearing underneath, it's definitely got lots of straps and a scandalously narrow coverage judging from the pantylines you see
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>You gulp
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>The tingling sensation is back again
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>Sunset smiles, clearly pleased with how you're ogling at her goods approvingly
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>"More importantly, I'm here as an envoy on behalf of Archbishop Shimmer. I'm here to do her dirty work, basically"
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>That gets your attention
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"What's a licensed slut like you doing for the O.G. Shimmer? How much is she paying you?"
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>Sunset scratches her head, embarrassed
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>"Well, I'm also a nun of Church of Shimmer. It's a bit weird, I know, but that church isn't exactly your traditional religious outfit anyway"
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>Sunset bends over to her ankle, undoing the buckles of her boots
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>Your eyes dart to her lower back, hoping to get a glimpse of her panties
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>"But enough about that. We need to get you briefed on your new job. You'll be working as an off-the-books problem solver for the church. You'll be free to take up any other jobs as you wish, but church jobs take priority."
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>Her boots land heavily on the floor of the autocab
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>She reaches down at her tank top, cross-armed, and pulls it up over her head
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>Your eyes widen as her wavy red-and-yellow hair falls back down onto her bare back
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>"As for you, we need to take care of that hormone problem of yours..."
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>She looks at you with her back turned to you, her eyes half lidded
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>She bites her lip and winks
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>"Such a funny thing, dopamine. Lesbopioids Pharma modified it so much over the years that it's more of a sex drug than its namesake~"
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>You feel your heart pounding in your ear
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>Sunset turns towards you, her breasts bare and and hanging heavily on her chest
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"I-I, Umm..."
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>You feel yourself salivating
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>This is so cool!
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>But you don't even know this woman
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>Sunset swings one leg over to your side and straddles your legs
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>She clicks your seatbelt off of you
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>She then stretches her arms over you, her forearms resting gently on your shoulders
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>Her wrists cross together behind your neck
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>"You need to cum to reset your hormone implants. I'm a licensed slut. Think of this as a very steamy doctor's visit~"
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>Your breaths quicken
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>The tingling...
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>It's back with a vengeance
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>You feel your panties getting wetter by the second
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>Princesses, she's so hot
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>What now?
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Gear:
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Custom Shock Katana (primary)
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M1 Spec Ops Wakizashi
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TX-9 Compact Rifle (0 ammo)
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Items:
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[none]
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Actions:
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>Banging an S-rank slut for free? Hell yeah! [Easy (90%)]
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>Mind over matter. You can fight the raging chemicals! Ask for a non-sexual alternate "therapy" without spilling spaghetti. [Hard (50%)]
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>Appeal to Slut Sunset's sense of work ethic and get briefed on the job right away. [Hard (50%)]
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>write-in
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>(you can always, at any time, ask the dyke master something about the setting/character/etc without wasting your vote)
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