Contains: Male on futa, spooky lewds, piercings, lactation, twin dog-ish dicks, unusual cum/milk, a bit of bloodplay/roughness, multiarms, probably other things but I forget


[14:46]*Sanguir Gibrahan happily whistles as the shuttle docks with the deserted ship, his armsmen quickly flooding out into its empty halls. It wasn't often you found a ship like this, floating deep in space with no sign of life. Well, not often that you found one that wasn't full of Orks, Tyranids, hostile Daemons or worse. But here it was, a nice find to add to his very tiny fleet. There was a welcoming amount of Chaos iconography on the ship, the eight pointed Star of Chaos was featured prominently and there were small shrines to all four gods and Chaos Undivided. The machine spirit of this place would be more willing to accept a cultist like him as its new master than one of Imperial make, which meant less time dealing with that problem and more time fixing up the ship.

He made his way to the bridge of the vessel and strolled on in like he owned the place, sitting his pale ass down in the command chair. He lounges about it in, taking up as much space as possible, and looks over the bridge. Besides the weird ass pile of flesh and metal sitting in the middle of the deck, probably some heretek's project, it was a fairly standard bridge. "Ah, lovely. I do hereby claim this ship as my own. I, Sanguir Ventrils Heasta vex Drakis Gibrahan the 14th, declare myself captain of this vessel and owner of all it catches in raids."


[15:42]Not Quite Re-Class: Two eyes open up in that pile, violet orbs crackling with blue energy. Pale lips spread apart, razor-toothed fangs bared in a vicious grin.

[b]"And what the [i]fuck[/i] makes you think you have the bloody [i]right[/i], you pale-skinned piece of fuckmeat?!"[/b]

The flesh and metal explodes into motion, and before Sanguir can properly react, he's pinned to the command chair as the shape slams into him like a truck. Four sets of jet black fingernails sink into him, one pair of hands digging into his shapely rear while the other two grab him by the shoulders. Around him, the ship begins to come to life, but it's nothing compared to the impossibly lively thing on his lap.

She's just a little shorter than him, but that doesn't stop her from being much too heavy for even his enhanced body to lift. As pale as the cultist, aside from the copious alterations to her body. Wild eyes pressed forward, inches in front of his face, that unnatural glow brilliantly illuminating the white gleam of her impossibly sharp teeth, the flow of her silvery locks behind her head.

Her not inconsiderable size makes the youth of her face all the more stark, which itself makes it surprising just how incredibly well endowed she is! To say she wears nothing at all would give her modesty too much credit. Massive breasts capped with thick, jet-black nipples, mounted on dark areolae. Black veins pump thick, oily blood across that pale skin, over to the engorged milk-taps, permanently held open by a piece of shining black metal that forms an eight-pointed star at the base of each immense nipple. Each breast is labeled, blocky black letters painted into the skin, as if bolted on by an overly helpful heretek: FUEL PORTS.

The lewdness continues all the way down her body, impossibly curvy given her relatively small stature. Her loins are busy, and her manhoods throb up eagerly, smearing across Sanguir's chest. Not manhood, manhoods. They both share a single massive sack, dark veins over pale, churning balls, but she has two distinct dicks. Almost... canine, of all things. A sharper head, and a thick, juicy knot at the base of each one. Like her breasts, they're pierced, silver studs dotting the flesh from tip to base. And like her breasts, they're... well, it's hard to call it labels. More of an argument. [s]MAIN CANNONS. ASSAULT POD PROJECTORS. DID A FUCKING ORK DESIGN THIS THING?[/s] Three sets of tattoos crossed out, before one finally settles on DANGEROUS.

Though the cultist probably can't see it, he might find later that the girl's slit, hidden beneath that imposing manhood, has studs ringing it as well, and is marked with CONSTRUCTION/HANGAR BAY. Even her cute little backdoor, set into her immense rear, has a tentative STORAGE BAY? marked next to it.

The only fabric on her body is a black-and-white scarf trailing around her neck, decorated with medallions and flags. Kills of ships, armies, small moons... and are those ones labeled 'births'? Ships constructed, maybe?

With all that lewdness, it might sound easy to forget the rest of her body. But she's strange in other ways. As previously noted, she has four arms, pale and slender limbs ending in the sharp, ebony nails digging into his ashen skin. She's far too heavy for her size, but most of that probably has to do with her other main mutation: the immense tail that swings behind her bubbly ass. Covered in black plating (maybe even necrodermis?) and cannon turrets, the thing moves of its own accord, its miniature macrobatteries pointing this way and that. Missile ports and hanger bays cut into the flesh, black machinery parting pale skin, all the way up to the very end, where a massive, sharp-toothed mouth opens, complete with eyes burning that same electric blue, a tongue hanging out of the almost whale-like maw.

Then there's the drool. Black, oily sludge drools from her nipples, from each cock, even from her hidden cunt. Something more like blood, albeit the blood of fellow warships, slips out of her grinning maws. The air is completely flooded with her aroma, animal sexuality and bestial bloodlust swamping Sanguir's sense of smell with their heady, potent, overpowering, intoxicating odor.

...

The corrupted machine spirit keeps her teeth bared as she speaks, her tail lazily waving, unconcerned despite the challenge her other maw is presenting.

"You wanna captain me? You gotta do more than just walk in! Show me you have what it takes, meat! Fight me or fuck me, I don't really care! If you're really lucky I won't even kill you when I'm done~"



[16:21]*Sanguir Gibrahan , while normally being the quick and dexterous fuckboy, is totally unable to deal with the sheer speed and force at which the strange girl moves. His hand is half way to the hilt of his sword by the times shes pressing him up against the back of the captain's chair, the shipgirl moving so fast it gives him whiplash. Sanguir gives her dripping bits a disgusted look, those where almost priceless silk clothing she was getting her juices on, and sighs. It was never easy now, was it? Well, at the very least his options were things he was good at. Sanguir gives her a look up and down and pulls his hands away from Change's Promise, it was unlikely he'd be able to fight her one on one, its doubtful she'd accept any challenges that he cheated on. It looked like there was only one thing to do.

He grins at her and slowly undoes the buttons on his jacket, pulling apart the clothing so she can see his pale flesh underneath. His body, toned and alabaster, was modified at birth to be as pleasing on the eye as possible. Hes almost doll-like in a way, pale porcelain skin, big innocent pink eyes and all the little details of muscles and hair look to be sculpted.
"I would dare not mar a beauty such as yourself with my sword, so I do believe I will be choosing the latter option darling. That one is the most pleasurable anyways, only really good battles end with ejaculation."


 [16:28]Not Quite Re-Class: "I have a lot of really good battles! But sex can be lots of fun, though don't think I'll go easy on you~" The shipgirl grins even more, though this grin is a little less vicious and a little more playful. Still malevolent on the whole, but less so.

...

Her tail wags in delight, pleased with this outcome, and she leans forward even more than she already is. Enough to take Sanguir into a heavy, passionate kiss, lips locking, teeth nibbling, tongue sliding out and plundering the cultist's maw. Beneath, one set of hands traces that bared chest, drawing shallow furrows across the sculpted, porcelain flesh. The other pair of hands nimbly grabs and pulls at his pants, rapidly working to remove the silks he's so worried about and expose the juicy manhood and rear that she is interested in.


[16:38]*Sanguir Gibrahan chuckles happily as the shipgirl leans in for sloppy Chaos makeouts. This was probably fine. Its not like Sanguir wasn't a massive slut. He could take this jumped up machine spirit, probably. Maybe. Kinda. Well, it was too late to back down now. His go up to her shoulders and bite into her skin, fingers that looked perfectly normal suddenly revealed to have long, biting claws that cut deep into her skin. His tongue stretches out much longer, and is much thinner to touch, than it looks like it should as he wraps it around hers and explores the inside of her mouth. His cock surges to attention as her hands go looking for it. While its obviously not as large as her own impressive pair for a regular human its much larger than normal, perfectly pale and drooling pre as it pushes against her hands. 


[16:45]*Not Quite Re-Class giggles as his little claws sink into her skin. It's unnaturally tough, but he does manage to get a pretty decent grip on her all the same. Her tongue wrestles with his, shorter and wider and stronger, pinning his snaking taster against the outside of his mouth a few times as it explores his interior, spilling bloody, oily saliva down past his lips, into his throat. Her hands continue to trace out marks in his chest and back up above, while down below they reach out and sink fingers into his ass, pressing him forward. The slutty machine-spirit-thing moans delightedly as she grinds her hips against him, her own immense manhood(s) frotting over and around and against his own not-inconsiderable-but-still-significantly-smaller shaft, drooling more of her sludge over his hips and down his thighs, while her swollen breasts and massive nipples press forward and mark his chest with their own payload of constantly spilling mess. She's just a messy lover at all times, it seems!


[17:11]*Sanguir Gibrahan's eyes roll around in his head as she pretty much deep throats him with her tongue, that thick organ making his throat bulge out lewdly and his mouth close down on it like it was a real dick. If she really was fucking his face she'd likely be having quite the enjoyable time. Despite this his hands are not idles as they search all over her body, grabbing the shipgirl by her cute little butt and lifting her up some. Despite not being able to see it Sanguir has a pretty good idea of where her snatch is and deposits her right over his cock, the thick pale organ pulsing needily as he blindly thrusts up in search of her lower lips. Hes glad at this point that he ditched his clothing, and Sanguir kicks his pants further away from the very messy ship girl just in case. They really did cost quite a bit! He was pretty sure he couldn't even get anymore since he plundered most of that world's high end clothing! 


[17:26]*Not Quite Re-Class cackles and moans delightedly into the continuing sloppy makeouts, pushing her massive tongue into his throat and practically raping it while he sucks and slurps away. It certainly bodes well for when she inevitably knots his face in the future! But right now, his throbbing cock is pressing up in search of her cunt, and she's eager to let him find it. Her hips shift just enough to line it up, sinking those hot, dripping walls onto his swollen, pulsing rod. She hisses in pleasure, and her interior clamps down tight, scraping against his skin as she slowly lowers herself onto that potent manhood...


[17:42]*Sanguir Gibrahan's throat is tight and damp, happily squeezing down hard all over her searching tongue as she plans out the exact path her cock will take in his journey to knot his tight little mouth. Sanguir reaches up to grope one of her huge breasts with a clawed hand and sends the other over to jerk off one of her cocks, both hands quickly becoming covered in the oily substance she seems to be constantly oozing. His cock is soon treated to the same treatment as she plunges down on him. His length barrels into her with a deep, unrelenting force, Sanguir rolling his hips into a rhythm of deep thrusting. His balls slap against her ass again and again as he pushes deeper and deeper into her, the head of his cock kissing her womb a few times before it bursts on in.


 [17:58]*Not Quite Re-Class has a strange texture and shape on the inside, mechanical interior squeezing and stroking him, pulling him deeper in until he passes the entrance to her womb, the slap of his balls echoing amidst the strange, not-quite-fleshy noises and of course the squeals of bliss. Her hips bounce and buck, meeting his thrusts with shoves of her own. She's probably going to cum quickly, what with all of his attentions, his hand milking huge gouts of sweet oil from that fat, drooling teat while a more spermlike substance jets out of the shaft he plays with. There's so much everywhere... her eyes roll back into her head, and she growls and coos with hunger, nails sinking into his hips and shoulders to leverage her grip into thrust after thrust after frantic, animalistic thrust.


[18:09]*Sanguir Gibrahan shudders from effort and gives the ship girl a smug, tired smile, sweat beading up his forehead as he pounds into her again and again. He can't really say anything right now, what with the massive cock like tongue pushing down his throat, but there is the indication of an invitation to cum. His own cock pulses deep in her depths as she rides him. Every time it slams into her 'hanger' it carries with it the promise of a whole new load of smaller ship girls, though whether or not these two servants of the Dark Gods could even mate is up in the air. Their probable lack of compatibility doesn't seem to affect Sanguir's thrusting at all, if anything he seems to try and push deeper and deeper into her as their bestial coupling continues, her fat ass jiggling nicely every time his balls slap slap slap into it.


[18:57]*Not Quite Re-Class finally removes her tongue from his throat, panting and huffing and licking all over his cute little face. It's easier to make noises with her tongue free, so make noises she does. The shipgirl howls atop Sanguir, cackles in ecstasy, slams her tail against the ground and her hips against the cultist as she finally lets herself climax. Her pussy and womb clamp down [b]tight[/b] on the man's shaft, cling to every inch, drown it in a tide of juice. The machine spirit screams in delight, sinks her nails deep enough to bleed while her cocks and breasts explode in massive, naval-artillery-grade blasts of cum and cream, respectively, splattering rope after rope of black sludge from his chest all the way up past his head and onto the floor, gushing streams of cream over his body and his thighs and the chair and almost everything as her wild, bucking orgasm goes on.


[19:15]*Sanguir Gibrahan lets out a small grunt of exertion as he cums. While his orgasm is nowhere as, ah, explosive as the shipgirl's, it's still quite impressive. Rope after rope of his thick, potent and pheromone enhanced cum floods into her womb as he thrusts, balls churning and pushing out more and more semen. It quickly floods her womb and spills out over his cock, dripping down onto the floor below them, his white seed mixing with her oily, tarlike juices. It doesn't take long for her stomach to start bulging out from the sheer amount of cum inside her, first a small tennis ball sized bulge that soon grows about half as large as her tits. If there is a chance of pregnancy hes sure to have met it, flooding her womb so utterly that even if only a freak accident could make them copulate, it was likely that that freak accident had happened. He lets out a long, tired sigh and lowers his arms from her body, idly thrusting up inside her to churn around the cum in her womb and keep his cock warm. "So darling, I take it you enjoyed that little romp?"


[19:24]*Not Quite Re-Class purrs and coos as she milks his load into her womb, bloats out her belly with seed, totally impregnates her body. She might or might not be able to get pregnant, but indeed, if there's any chance at all, it's been taken. The machine spirit smiles, resting her four hands up on Sanguir's chest... and licking her lips. She giggles. "Oh yes, but did you think we were [b]done[/b]?"

FADE TO BLACK, BECAUSE SANGUIR IS GONNA BE VERY BUSY FOR A VERY LONG TIME.