A/N: If you only care about the porn, use CRTL+F to search for ******

	As you lean back in your chair, watching collapsing city from the safety of your closed storefront, the chain of events that lead to this disaster begin to fill your mind once again.  After a fallout with your father nearly ten years ago, you decided to join the Meruvian military.  You figured that the idea of getting a free education in exchange for service was a great idea.  Courses not only in vehicle maintenance, but “Advanced Quantum Crystalline Lattice Servicing”, a fancy word for saying how to repair those fancy new armours and vehicles that those new Meruvian Super Soldiers used.  “Jade” was the nickname people used to call it, as it really did look like the stuff.  The dropout rate for those courses was nearly 75%, but you always had a knack with machinery, been the case ever since you were workin in your father’s garage.  It was a good gig for a while, then...  Well it was one thing to prepare yourself for combats, it was another to see men you met the morning before be turned into hamburger the following evening, and you’d be one of the people to clean out the blood so the next unlucky group of bastards could be shipped out to whatever god forsaken warzone.  They said the conflict against the Linowans was an accident, something that would never happen again.

	“Fucking right it’d never happen again.  I made sure it never happened by leaving that god forsaken place.” you mutter yourself as you put out your cigarette.

	After that tour you left the very second you were able to legally leave the military.  You wanted to start afresh, do something actually productive with your life.  As much as you wanted to avoid it, you came back to your father in Varsino.  Your father, despite your falling out, was actually proud of you, he saw that you had finally become a man.  Life was good back then.  You were still haunted by your nightmares, but you had a line of work that both you and others found acceptable, you were a supporting member of the community, and...  well yes you’ve had the occasional hit of acid but you were a law abiding citizen by all accounts.

	Then several months ago, everything started going to the Underworld faster than you could speak it’s name.

	A massive terrorist attack was launched at the Heptagram University, killing hundreds of people and pretty much annihilating the entire university campus.  Terrorists aligned with the Elementals and Gods had stolen advanced prototype technology and were trying to escape.  It was a sheer stroke of luck that the military managed to make a quarantine around the around the area as fast as they did, but unfortunately it was total.  No one was allowed in or out.  That in itself didn’t worry you, what really tipped you off was the total media blackout within the area and great pains that the Meruvian government to try and pass this incident up as something minor.  At first the military presence was light; an AFV at checkpoints at most to assure order was maintained.  Once the situation changed and the prototype ‘weapons’ started kicking the military’s collective asses they started putting armed soldiers and tanks on nearly every streets.  Those supersoldiers you used to work for are also now commonplace, to the point where they now outnumber standing buildings left in the city. Your father didn’t listen to your warnings.  You warned him that the pictures of the university you saw were advanced weapon, stuff that you serviced and stuff that was only mentioned in theories.  One morning run to the store later and your old man is dead, the military never let you see his body and quite frankly you probably didn’t want to see what happened to him after seeing the store.  You can still hardly believe that your last words to him were not to buy Black Horse beer, because you swore that they used the piss of an actual horse to make it.

	You reach into a cooler next to you, pulling out what appears to be a Black Horse beer.  Pretty much the only beer you could find on your supply run.  Even if supplies in the city are at an all time low, normally you would never drink this unless you were at the verge of death.  But in your current state, it seems only... fitting.

	You twist open the top of the bottle and raise it into the air towards your father’s hanging uniform.  “Alright, you win.  I’ll drink one for you this time.”

	A loud rustle can then be heard in the back of your workshop, followed by the loud clanging of shelves falling over.

	“Lucian damnit.” you mutter as you grab your shotgun next to your chair and walk over to investigate.  Looters have become all too common, desperate, and crafty.  While you’re still ‘open’ for business, most of the times you need to investigate people by the security cameras.  You hope the sign outside of “Unauthorized people will be shot” would be enough to deter people, but lately you’ve been running a bit low on the shotgun shells.

	As you approach the door, you can hear the sounds of shuffling inside, to which you respond with pumping your shotgun.

	“I don’t know who the hell you are, but the sign outside says you need to be either buzzed or else you’ll be shot.” you declare.  “I got a shotgun aimed at the door, so come on out.  Slowly.”

	Small sounds of clattering can be barely heard on the other side.  You know someone is there just by listening.  The sounds of your shelves rattling, just a pitch above the explosions outside.

	A forceful kick is enough to open your door, the sound of a loud and explosive bang coming from inside of the room followed by the whisper of a bullet just wizzing by your head.  By pure reflex you fire at what’s inside before you even have a good look, only to hear the sound of your shot going ‘pang’ against a solid sheet of metal.  Once your body is off of autopilot you begin to assess the situation a bit more.

	Inside of the room is a figure clad in blue ‘jade’ armour from head to toe in a model you’ve never seen before.  Though the dents and chips, you can see the extensive modifications made on the suit from thruster jets to bulky exoskeleton strength support, as evidenced by the figure holding up a gun which appeared to have a caliber closer to a tank cannon, the barrel smoking.  What immediately catches your eyes is the helmet of the soldier, from through it’s armour you can see the watering eyes of of a person underneath the blue tint.  The soft, delicate features of a girl as the weapon rattles in her hands.

	The second thing that crosses your mind is that this is one of the experimental weapons that escaped from the Heptagram.  Your shotgun is about as effective as a pea shooter against her and it’s only because of the first fact that you’re still alive and not a smear against the wall.  The first thing you notice in her eyes is fear.  Something you’ve seen during service all too well.  Fear of people looking into the eyes of an armed soldier, fear of death, dozens of thoughts racing through their heads all at once.  This isn’t the face of a weapon, this is the face of a terrified civilian.

	“You know, I often heard that drinking Vodka in the morning is how many members of the Laslanti Confederation wake up instead of using coffee.” you tell the creature, lowering your shotgun.

	“...P-Pardon?” the creature replies using a feminine voice, she fear of shaking stopping nigh instantly.

	“Strong vodka in the morning.  It would wake just about anyone up, wouldn’t you agree?” you ask the girl again.  This is a trick you learned from your father.  Whenever he met someone terrified or stressed out, he’d often ask them questions to get their mind off whatever they were thinking.

	“I...  I guess...  I-I mean I’ve never even drank before...” the girl replies, slowly lowering her own massive weapon.

	Several loud knocks can be then heard at the front of your garage area.  Upon hearing the knocks, the girl jumps up in place, the sudden movement knocking over another shelf on top of the girl.  Looking back at her, you notice that she’s beginning to tremble once again.

	“Don’t move and don’t make a sound.” you say to the girl before closing the door as best as you can before walking over to the camera array.

	Looking on the cameras outside you can see about a dozen armed soldiers, one of them carrying a massive gun about the size of a man’s torso.  One of those damned super soldiers with a squad to support him.  It takes half a second to realize what they’re here for, and another half second to remember what they’d do if you didn’t answer the door.

	Putting your shotgun on the chair, you walk out to the front desk of your building, unboarding the door before opening it up to meet the soldiers outside.  The soldiers are all dressed in urban camo, but you can still see a hint of ‘red jade’ underneath the armour of one of the soldiers, often appearing human to catch poor bastards off guard.

	“Whattya want?” you immediately ask them.

	“We heard a shot fired in this area followed by what sounded like to be a scuffle.” a soldier nearby replies, wearing a gas mask and carrying an assault rifle.  “We wanted to know what the cause was.”

	You sigh as you roll your eyes.  “A large rat knocked over one of my empty shelves.  When I went to investigate the rat darted out of the room, making me jump, fire my gun, and knock down my other shelf.”

	The soldier you replied to looks back at another soldier, who gives him a small nod.

	“Have you seen any reports of gremlin activity in the area lately?” the soldier asks.

	“I work in an automotive shop, I see gremlins all the time.” you reply.

	“Don’t be a smartass.  You know what we’re looking for.” the soldier warns, pointing at you.

	You sigh and roll your eyes.  “Yes, big scary monster boogymen which slaughter people for fun.  I turn into one when I’m drunk and angry, but otherwise I haven’t seen any of them otherwise I’d be dead.”

	All the soldiers look at you for several seconds. 

	“Now do you mind?  I managed to find some ice, and what you bastards and that rat are doing is slowly making it so I have to drink warm beer again.” you then reply.

	“Move out.” the soldier says with a sigh, making the lazy gesture with his hand.  With his command, all of the other soldiers in the squad begin to move out as well.

	With a sigh you close your door again, putting the two by four under the door handle before heading back to see the girl again.

	You open the door of the storage room, seeing her still underneath the shelves, gun pointed at the door still.  “They’re gone now.”

	“You...  You lied to them...” the girl mutters as she lowers her weapon again.  “W-Why’d you lie to them?”

	“I saw it in your eyes.  You’re not a terrorist fighter the media makes you out to be.  I’ve seen those eyes before, they’re the eyes of a civilian who’s been scared pissless.” you reply to her.

	The girl blinks, continuing to look at you.

	“Don’t get me wrong.  One of the other reasons I didn’t report you on sight is that I didn’t want the rest of my garage destroyed in the conflict.  Secondly, you’re going to tell me everything you know.  If I’m going to die in this hellhole, I’m not going to die ignorant.  Am I clear?” you say to her once again.

	The girl swallows hard.  “Crystal.”

	“Good.  Now pick yourself up and come into the garage.” you tell her before heading back there yourself.

	As you sit back down in your chair in the garage, it takes nearly a full half minute before you hear anything, before the sound of grinding metal and a cacophony of crashes can be heard in the back.  A few seconds later the girl walks over to where you are, putting her weapon on the ground next to her before sitting down on the ground.

	“You could sit in the chair next to me.” you offer.

	“I...  Kinda... break the chairs I... sit in...” the girl replies.

	“You look like shit.  Here, take this.” you say, reaching into the cooler and putting a bear in front of her face.

	“O-Oh no...  I-I’m a-afraid that I’m n-”

	“Shut up and take the beer.” you order her.

	“Yes sir.” she replies sheepishly as she takes the beer from your hands.  Despite the large hands on the powersuit, she seems to have remarkable dexterity with her hands, enough to pull off the tab on it before taking a sip of the beer.  The girl makes a sour face as she takes a sip of it.

	“As I said before.  I don’t think you’re a terrorist or one of those murderbots I’ve heard people seen.  As far as I can tell you’re not a soldier, but a civilian.” you tell her.  “Do you mind telling me then why a civilian is holding a prototype powersuit probably worth billions of dollars?”

	“It’s...  a long story...” the girl says.

	“The TV doesn’t work and the radio programs have gone to shit.  I’ve got the time.” you say to her.

	The girl sighs as she looks down at her beer.  “M-My name is Natalie Langrisser.  I’m a High School student, 1X years old.  I...  originally was a human...  until a while ago.  About six or seven months ago, I was eligible to take part in the Super Soldier program.  I dreamt of being one, as even the ones who do not fight are seen as stars and adoration amongst the people.  I always wanted to bring hope to people, but when my father contracted an illness we simply didn’t have the money to afford any sort of treatment.  When...  When I found out in testing lab that I wasn’t compatible to become a super soldier, I was offered another chance.  A chance into another program.  By joining this program, I would be able to easily pay for my father’s hospital bills.  Looking back it was... incredibly shady, but I needed the money, and fast.  That’s...  That’s when the...  horrors started...”

	You remain silent as Natalie tells her story, taking a sip with your beer as she continues to look at the ground.  

	“I was...  led into the basement of the Heptagram and then transformed into...  this.  The procedure was so painful...  I-It felt like every nerve in my body was on fire, and I passed out after it.  It was after I woke up that I found out they bolted this armour to me and that I was assigned to a group.  They...  they were horrible to us!  They saw us as nothing other than robots to test!” Natalie says as the beer is crushed in her hand.  “Day after day we were subjected to tests!  Tests so lethal and horrific that I died nearly multiple times, and saw more than my fair share of friends die as well!  It didn’t matter to them if we died!  As soon as one of us died, they’d simply take some other poor soul and give them the same treatment!  It was bad enough that we were treated as machines, but also acted like them too!  We couldn’t even fight back!  No matter how hard we tried, some damn program stopped us from hurting anyone belonging to the staff!”

	You ignore the crushed beer can in Natalie’s hands, seeing the tears rolling down her face and onto the ground.  Natalie continues her story, despite heavy sobbing.

	“T-Then...  O-One of the scientists...  One of the only people who were ever nice to us found out a way to delete the targeting restrictions on us.  She...  She died for helping us!” Natalie says, balling up her hands.

	“You’re outside right now, so that means that the escape went off successfully.” you reply.

	“Hardly.  They had a small army of super soldiers down there that we had to fight though.  By the time we reached the surface, half of us had already died.  The gremlins also escaped during the commotion, giving the military the perfect scapegoat to go after us!” Natalie says with a hint of anger in her voice.

	“You escaped the facility and have thruster jets on your armour.  Why don’t you fly away from the island?” you ask.

	“WE TRIED THAT!  THEY ALWAYS CATCH US WHEN WE LEAVE THE CITY, ALWAYS!” Natalie nearly screams, looking at you with a face anger and sorrow.  “A-Anyone who tried to leave was caught within two hours at most.  W-We found that we still have homing beacons within our bodies!  They...  someone put jammers around the city which makes them unable to find us here, but for anywhere else they’d be on top of us nearly instantly!  We...  We can’t leave!  The only thing that’s happening to us is that we’re being hunted like dogs!”

	Natalie breaks down into tears, collapsing on the oil stained floor in front of you.

	“My father died while I was trapped down there!  I-I have no where to go anymore, b-but I don’t want to die!  I-I want to live!  I-I just want to get off this island...  N-Never want to fight again...” Natalie says as she continues to sob.  “I-I want to go back to my old life, before this nightmare started!”

	You let Natalie cry for a good while, letting her get it all out of her system.  This isn’t the first time you’ve heard a story like hers.  A lot of the kids over in Linowa often took up arms against Halta at a young age against their will.  The main thing Natalie needs right now is time to process what just happened to her.  Time for a full recovery may not be possible on this battlefield, but time to process things could certainly be an option.

	After Natalie has calmed down a bit, you take in a deep breath and a sip of your beer before speaking up.  “I hate to break it to you Natalie, but this is not a nightmare.  This is reality.  I’m not going to lie and say you’ll recover from this, as I’ve seen many people who have lost something dear to them, but you’ll need to do is learn how to accept what has happened and how to move on.”

	Natalie sobs a bit as she hears this, not exactly the words of comfort she wanted to hear.

	“This doesn’t mean you have to do all of this alone.  People can help you, including myself.” you say, moving over to kneel down in front of her, offering your hand.

	Natalie’s tear soaked face looks at your hand, sniffing loudly before her hand takes your own, or more accurately she engulfs your hand in her gauntlet.

	“Now when’s the last time you’ve been out of that armour?” you ask her.

	“S-Seven months.  I...  I don’t know how to remove it.  I-It’s bolted on.” Natalie comments.

	“I’ll fix that.  Go over and lie down on that automobile lift over there.” you say pointing over to the lift.

	“B-But my armour is incredibly advanced!” she protests.

	“I worked in the Meruivan army several years maintaining the armour, weapons, and vehicles of the super soldiers.  Secondly, we’re in a car garage.  I have nearly all the tools I’ll need and can improvise on the rest.” you say reassuring her.  “Now go get on the lift.”

	Natalie mutters a small bit, sheepishly getting up and walking on over to the lift.  “D-Do you have a tissue before we start?  Want to wipe away the tears.”

	“Wet wipes are on the bench next to the lift.” you tell her as begin an inventory check of your tools, you make sure none of them are stolen.

	After Natalie wipes her tears, she does what she’s ordered and lies down on the car lift.  You raise it up so that her armour is at comfortable height.  Right now here armour is so dull that you cannot even see your reflection, just a shimmer of light.

	“...Yea as I thought.  Small screws.” you say getting out your screwdriver.  You really pray that the drill bit will last through the procedure, as Jade screw will often destroy the drill bit if one isn’t carefully.

	Bit by bit you slowly begin to unscrew Natalie’s helmet, putting the screw out on the table when they come back out.  After about a dozen screws, you finally think you’ve got them all.

	“Alright, let’s see if this helmet will come off now.” you say as you pull the helmet off of Natalie slowly, bit by bit.  The motonic energy pulsing through the Jade in your hand tingles.  As you pull off the helmet, you can see a head of neck length hair simply spill out onto the floor.  Hair you expected to be matted with sweat, with Natalie being stuck in her armour for months.  But rather the green hair seems to flow down gently towards the ground, lighting up for a split second as energy pulses through it.

	“M-My helmet...  It’s...  It’s off...” Natalie says as she uses her hands to touch and feel her face.  Her eyes are wide with shock, only now noticing how high end the optics are on her head, just noticing the shutters on her otherwise green eyes now.  The skin on her face appears to be the same colour and texture as very fine blue play-doh, minus the small deep blue line that appears to be running down from her eye, down her cheek, and to her neck.

	“As I thought, they bolted the damn thing onto you.” you say as you look inside of the helmet, noticing bits of what appear to be dried blood.  “The helmet was the easy part, the rest may require a plasma cutter.  I’m not sure how you we’re cringing in pain all the time with this damn thing on.”

	“I don’t feel pain, so don’t worry about that.  Don’t worry about the plasma cutter either, I’m nearly immune to heat.” Natalie says, her voice being full of confidence and a bit sadness when admitting that.

	“Nearly immune to heat?” you ask.

	“I’m made so that I’m immune to lava alright!  Now can you please get the rest of it off me!?” Natalie yells back.

	“Alright alright!  Don’t get your panties in a twist!” you reply as you move down to inspect the legs.

	The legs and arms come off with a bit of a blowtorch, plasma cutter, and screwdriver.  Once the screws are moved, you still have to cut into a bit of the Jade in order to force the armour to open up.  As you continue to remove the pieces, you notice that both of Natalie’s legs are bare.  Idle thoughts wander through your mind of whenever Natalie is actually naked beneath that armour, your eyes trailing up her blue thighs and arms, noticing various augmentations sticking out occasionally such as a small array of red jade emitters on her wrists and hydralic presses added to increase her physical strength.  You dismiss those thoughts and continue to go to work on the final piece, the chest.

	After spending a good few minutes undoing all of the screw on her amour and cutting the obstructions out, you climb out from underneath the pit.  “There, the armour should be disassembled by now.  Take it off, carefully.”

	Natalie follows your instructions, carefully lifting off her armour before pushing it down to the side.  As Natalie sits up, you can see that she has the body of a very youthful and healthy young girl.  Healthy in more than one way, as while she’s shorter than average without her armour on her tits are absolutely huge, both of them capped with what appear to be highly reflective silver areola.  The soft masses seem to jiggle as she steps off off of the car rack, trying her best to cover herself up with her hands.

“I-I need to see a mirror.” Natalie immediately stammers.

“Bathroom’s over on the right.” you say grabbing the back chest piece of her armour.

Natalie then rushes past you in a hurry, seeming to dash over towards the bathroom at full speed with worry in her eyes.

“...Damnit I’m going to need a new mirror, aren’t I?” you ask yourself as she rushes off to the bathroom.  No sooner than ten seconds later you hear the sounds of a crashing mirror, followed by the entire building seeming to shake.

“Yup, I do.” you sigh as you put down the armour piece back down on the car lift before walking into the bathroom.

Heading inside you can see Natalie, head down and crying as her fist is rammed through the mirror.  Or rather through the mirror and into the cinder block wall on the other side.  Natalie’s teeth are clenched as even more tears stream down her face, small arcs of electricity seeming to flow off of her as several small vents in her arm open up to vent steam.

“You’re wishing you left the armour on, didn’t you?” you ask her.

“I’m wishing I had my old body back, without all of...  All of... THIS inside of me!” Natalie says turning to face you, her hands quickly going down her body.  Most of her augmentations are not obvious or blend well, such as the energy lines laced throughout her body.  Others are rather bulky and have obvious notifications on the outside of her body, such as the synaptic accelerator that is bolted to her spine.  “These!  Can you remove these too!?”

You shake your head.  “Those have to be surgically removed.  I wouldn’t recommend trying to rip them out either.  Even someone as tough as you wouldn’t be able to survive having everything ripped out.  Honestly I’ve seen full body augmentations that are less extensive than yours.”

“DAMNIT!” Natalie roars, collapsing to the floor and pounding her fists on the ground so hard that they make small dents in the ground.  The entire building seems to rattle once again, more shelves collapsing off in the distance, drowning out Natalie’s sobs once again before reality comes back.

You give a small sigh as you lean down on the ground in front of her, rubbing your hand through her green jade hair.  The entire head of hair feels warm, almost as if the energy from her is flowing into you.  “The very fact that you’re having emotions about this realization at all shows that you are human.  Let this be a fact to you, that no matter what those assholes did to you, they could never rob you of your humanity.  Every organ in your body may be replaced now, but you still have a human soul.  When your soul is gone, you’ll die just like the rest of us.”

“T-Then I want you to prove that I’m human.” Natalie says, gripping the ground below her.

“What do you need?” you ask her.

Natalie looks up at you, tears rolling down her determined face as her eyes literally light up with a green glow.  “I want you to have sex with me.”

“Pardon?” you ask her.

“I want you to help me perform one of the most intimate acts that can happen between a man and a woman, between two human beings.” Natalie says as she looks up at you, staring directly into her green glowing eyes.  “I know you find me somewhat attractive already.  I can see the blush in your face and where the blood is going through your body.  Secondly, I have X-ray vision.”

Armourless or not, Natalie still has enough power left in her to basically make you a splatter against the wall.  While you are indeed turned on by her as a healthy male, you are also rather afraid of death by the hand of a very unstable cybernetic girl.  “...Fine, but not here.  The bathroom wasn’t the cleanest of places before this disaster started, and I can’t imagine it’s much better now.”

“That’s fine.” Natalie says standing back up, brushing off her knees before following you out of the bathroom.

******

As you walk back out of the bathroom, Natalie herself walks over to one of the nearby chairs.  For a 1X year old, she’s filled out incredibly well.  Her swaying hips show her shapely behind rather nicely, and with her flesh being bulletproof her ass seems to jiggle nicely with every step and sway she takes.  As she sits down in the chair, her shapely breasts give a solid bounce before jiggling, and falling back into place.  Her legs remain slightly open, giving a few down below of an anatomically correct vagina, only the lips on her vagina appear to be a silver colour, akin to the same colour as her nipples.

“Have you ever done this before?” you ask her as you take off your shirt.  You’ve always been a little on the lean side, but with the food shortages you’re a bit worse for wear now.

Natalie shakes her head.  “Never.”

“Well are you...  turned on at least?” you say removing your pants.

“How would I know in this body!?” Natalie asks you in return.  “I’ve never even had a chance to see my privates, let alone remove my armour!”

“Don’t you generate any waste?” you ask her skeptically.

“N-no!  I’m able to survive indefinitely with the substance that I...  Look I don’t need to use the bathroom anymore alright!  Now can we please just get to it!?” Natalie asks in a frustrated voice.

You decide not to press the issue anymore, sighing as you walk down and over next to Natalie, kneeling down next to her in the chair.  Your eyes meet up with her own, but not in the way you look at a Lover.  Rather it feels as if her gaze is impatiently patient, glaring at you with those glowing green eyes.  After several, awkward seconds of staring, you place your hand around the back of her neck, pulling her towards you and planting your lips against her neck.  Natalie gives a small grunt and sigh as you begin to neck her.  Your wet tongue traces along her skin, which you note not only looks like play-doh but also tastes somewhat like it as well.  A bland taste followed by the sharp taste of salt.  Smooth to the touch, but the points where your tongue runs over her energy lines it feels almost frictionless.

Your hands begin to wander down her body, pressing against and experimenting with her flesh.  Her shoulders and neck have flesh that feels like human flesh at first, but a slightly stronger push lets you feel the solid dermal armour plating below her skin.  Your hands continue to wander, one hand going down past her stomach while the other moves towards her chest.  Natalie remains still through this, seeming to gasp for breath as she thrusts her chest out towards your hand.  Her breasts, unlike her flesh, are incredibly soft and squeezable to the touch.  Almost exactly like the texture of bread dough and more than a handful, you begin to squeeze and knead the breasts as hard as you can, not concerned about harming Natalie as she feels no pain and you doubt you could hurt her anyways.  The flesh seems to flow in between your hands, her body temperature being slightly colder than a human’s body.  As you reach her nipples, you jerk your hand back from the sudden sensation of moisture.  Pulling your head and hand away from Natalie, you can see that both of her breasts are actually leaking what appears to be a whitish yellow liquid from both of them.

“...Have you...  had a kid?” you ask her.

Natalie looks down, cupping her own breasts in order to see the substance.  She then sighs as she drops her breasts back down.  “The... device that provides food for me.  It’s in my chest area.  N-Normally it comes out through a spot on my wrist b-but now it’s... leaking through my... breasts...”

“Why?” you ask.

“I don’t know!  Maybe I took a big hit, Lucian knows I take too many of those!  Or maybe I’m one of those few girls who make breastmilk naturally!?  Or many I’m just a machine and I have utterly no clue with what’s going on with my own body anymore!” Natalie says snapping at you.

“I was going to mention as I’m starving, so if it’s broke and it works, then don’t fix it.” you reply to Natalie.

Natalie just stares at you with a mix of disbelief and horror for several seconds.  “Y-You...  Want to?”

“Some people do it as foreplay, but it’s also a matter of survival Natalie.  Have you seen the grocery stores or supermarkets around here recently?  It’s gone, all gone.  There’s nothing left.  The only thing close to water I have is booze and the last thing I ate is a large bag of BBQ Qoritos the other day.  Meruvian forces give out rations every odd day, but considering the alarming frequency those areas get attacked I’d rather take my chances starving.  Don’t think you’re the only one with an entitlement to play the suffering card, there are lots of us civilians suffering as well.” you state.

Natalie looks at you and her breasts several times before giving a large sigh, lying back on the couch.  “F-Fine, help yourself.”

You get on the couch, sitting next to Natalie and positioning yourself carefully.  From below Natalie’s breasts, you can see a mixture of confusion and fear on her face, but at the same time some sort of morbid curiosity.  Your mouth goes towards her teat, planting your mouth against it.  You jump from the sensation of the cool clammy flesh and the cold metallic nipple against your tongue, Natalie seems to jump from the sudden sensation of having a mouth out around her nipple.  The milky substance already on Natalie’s breasts hits your own tongue at this point, the liquid coming out from her breasts being surprisingly sweet to offset the salty taste of Natalie’s skin.  A firm puckering of your lips and a strong suck seems to make Natalie wince, but you can feel a small trickle of the fluid coming out and onto your tongue, the sweet and cool liquid sliding down your throat and into your stomach.

For the next bit of time you just simply continue to nurse directly from Natalie’s breasts, both of you listening to the occasional sounds of gunfire or explosives outside.  Natalie seems to become accustomed to it over time, her hand slowly moving across your cheek and hair as you continue to suck.  The entire thing is comforting in a sense, putting you at ease.  When you’ve finally had your fill you pull yourself away from Natalie’s breasts.

“Had your fill?” she asks.

“Yea, full now.” you reply.

“W-Was it alright?” Natalie asks.

“I’d ask the scientist who made you to see if they could convert your breasts into ice cream machines.” you joke.

Natalie guffaws, attempting to cover her mouth, attempting to cover up her mouth but utterly failing at doing so.  “Ha ha...  Thanks...  I needed that.” Natalie giggles as she sits back up, smiling for the the first time in what probably is a very long time.

“Now if we’re going to do the next bit...  are you wet?” you ask her, wiping your mouth.  “Or more accurately, do you have anything up there that could damage my dick?”

“I...  I don’t think so.  Nothing on my records.  Hold on.” Natalie says as she spreads her legs, putting a hand down towards her pussy lips.  She runs her finger up along them, before sliding the tip of her finger inside of her with a soft moan under her breath.  “Uh...  I don’t know...  I mean my finger goes in easily but it still feels dry.”

“Then let’s see if we can fix that.” you say getting up, heading over to your blowtorch.

“W-What are you doing?” Natalie asks as she sees you wheel the tanks over to her.

“I lack any real sex toys, so I’m just going to use this.” you say as you light the blowtorch.  “You said that you were fireproof after all right?”

Natalie looks at the blowtorch with fear in her eyes, wincing at the very sight of it.  “E-Easily yes, but a blowtorch?”

“You were close to a plasma cutter without getting harmed, so I doubt this will hurt you.” you say as you bring the blowtorch down to Natalie’s breasts.  Natalie makes a sudden jump, feeling the flame flicking across her nipple as sweet smelling smoke evaporates into the air.  Natalie gives a sudden yelp of surprise as you do this, her entire body tensing up.

“Did it hurt?” you ask.

“N-No, not at all.  It felt...  pleasantly warm.  A-A bit strange though.” Natalie replies.

“Let’s continue then.” you say, bringing the blowtorch down to her breasts again.

The flame seems to splash off against her blue skin, faint whispers bending along the curves of her breasts.  Natalie remains tense still, but relaxes once a sigh of bliss seems to escape her lips.  Your trail a path with your blowtorch in circles around her breasts, moving around each one before applying the flame to her nipples.  Sizzling sounds fill the room along with sweet smelling smoke, Natalie’s breathing rate increased as she feels the flame against her nipple.  Wanting to experiment, you bring the blowtorch closer to her nipple, leaving it on there longer.  You look down on her breasts, seeing it actually glowing red hot as the metal nipple heats up.

“Oh it’s...  It’s so warm~...” Natalie sighs in rapture, thrusting out her chest as she uses one hand to move up and tweak her red hot nipple, rolling it around in her hands.

It’s at this point your own dick becomes as hard as steel, but at the same time an intense curiosity fills you, wondering just how far you can press this blowtorch as a sex toy approach.  You bring your blowtorch off her nipple and begin trailing it down her body, going painfully slow below her breasts and down her stomach.  Natalie seems to give out a pathetic whimper as you leave her breasts, her hands slowly following the trail that the blowtorch seems to make continue down.  As you reach her mons, her body seems to tighten up in expectation, but at the same up thrusts her hips out a bit towards yours in anticipation.  You see the closed metal lips in front of you, unable to tell when the blue flesh stops and the shiny metallic pussy lips begin.  The entire thing seems to twitch, barely perceivable pulses that throb with excitement.   Being eager for her reaction yourself, you take your blowtorch and apply it directly where her clit would be normally located.

“OH LU-” Natalie grabs the edge of the couch, jumping from the sensation as her fingers sink into the armrest and head of the touch.  “H-Hot!  S-So  MMPH!”

Natalie bucks her hips out at you, trying her best to contain her rapidly approaching orgasm, but you don’t give her any respite as you move the blowtorch closer to her sex and begin moving it slowly up and down her pussy lips.  Natalie’s pussy lips turning red hot as you move the blowtorch up and down on them.

“S-Something’s cumming!  It’s...  Oh!  OOOOHHHH GOD!” Natalie says, arcing her back heavily as she cums hard from the sensation, a hand running down to in between her pussy lips and begins to rub her clit.  “SO HOT!  SSSOOO HOT!”

You capitalize on this, taking your blowtorch and putting it against her clit as her finger rushes down to massage it.

“NO!  NO DDOOOOOHHH!” Natalie gives out a beastial scream as she cums again as the blowtorch is blasted against her clit.  Her body having small spasms as she feels the second orgasm in a row simply rip through her.

After giving her the second orgasm, you remove the blowtorch, turning it off and putting it back on the rack.  Natalie collapses back on the couch, panting heavily as her pussy lips slowly turn from red hot back to their silver colour.

“Well?” you ask.

“That was...  That was...  Oh...” Natalie sighs bliss, a pair of fingers running down along her lips.  “The heat...  It was there but it was tingling the entire time...  It was... amazing the entire way though...”

“That should make you ready for sure then.” you comment as you put the blowtorch back on top of the tanks.  “At least when you’re cooled town and ready.  By then you should be cooled down enough so I don’t accidently burn my dick off.”

“Actually, I’m ready now...” Natalie sighs, still rubbing her pussy lips from top to bottom.  “I cool off quickly.”

Deciding to test Natalie’s claims, you kneel down in front of her spread legs.  Natalie doesn’t reply other than taking away her hand, her fast blushing a bright blue.  You lean in closer to have a look at her pussy lips.  They’re completely bare and appear to be wet, but the reflective metal throws you off.  Pressing your finger against it elicits a yelp of shock from Natalie, and even after the blowtorch her lips are only just warm to the touch.  The texture on the silver metal around her vaginal lips feels...  odd.  Your hand slides up and down the smooth lips with virtually no friction from the plush lips.  It feels wet to the touch, but when you rub your fingers together to test for moisture you feel nothing.  Is it possible that she doesn’t have any lubrication and rather some low-friction resistant surface down there?  Would this even work?

“You still don’t feel ready down there yet Natalie.” you say sitting back up.

Natalie hangs her head and sighs.  “Just stick it in then.”

“Wouldn’t that hu-”

“I wouldn’t feel any sort of pain anyways!  Worse case scenario you can still use whatever stupid replica of my vaginal canal as a method to jack off!” Natalie says bring her fist down on the armrest, clearly losing her patience.

You sigh this request as you begin to undo your belt.  “Suit yourself.”

Taking off both your underwear and pants in one fell swoop, your dick fully rises to attention, all nine and a half inches of it.  You were always far bigger than average in that department.

	Natalie’s eyes widen as she sees your member.  “*That’ll* go inside of me?”

	“Many of the women I’ve been with before had a lot of trouble taking the entire thing.  Having second thoughts?” you ask her.

	Natalie sighs, looking down at the ground as a hand reaches down to spread her pussy lips.  Her vagina appears to be a normal human one atomically, but it lacks the urinary tract a human would normally have.  “No.”

	You muster up your courage as you walk over to Natalie, praying that she doesn’t have something like a blender inside of her canal.  You press your cock up against her opening, running it up and down her vagina.  Her pussy still feels warm to the touch, Natalie giving a small gasp as your cockhead rubs up against her clit.  Despite the lack of actual moisture, your cock seems to move up along her folds shockingly easy.

	Having prepared yourself mentally and physically, you reach down for your cock and position it at her opening.  You push into the tight hole slowly, bit by bit.  The tight opening snapping tight around your cockhead.  It doesn’t push you back, but rather it seems to help glide your member instead with a single thrust, your dick buried halfway inside of her before you know it.  You give a small groan of pleasure under your breath as you by reflex thrust your hips, burying your cock all the way inside of her in a single thrust, up to the very hilt without any problems.  The inside of Natalie withers and worms in a way you never felt in human women before, Natalie’s own vagina seeming to literally melt around your member with a softness that makes silk feel like sandpaper.  While you’re sure that she’s bone dry inside as well, the texture of this metal makes it feel as if Natalie plenty wet.  Natalie gives a gasp of surprise as you hilt inside of her, staring down at the scene of you penetrating her the entire time.

	“S-Sorry about that.” you say swallowing.  You try to pull out but nearly cum on the spot.  The tightness in Natalie’s pussy is unreal, and while the friction makes it easy to pull out the tightness seems to make it hard at the same time.  As you pull out you look down yourself, seeing what appears to be a blackish fluid on your penis as you pull out.  This looking to be similar to the blood that was inside of Natalie’s armour earlier.  “This was your first time?”

	“Heh...  Guess I did have a hymen in this body after all.  Funny how I can take anti-tank rounds to the head and only feel dizzy but flesh stick is the thing that makes bleed.” Natalie says as she looks at the blood on your member.  “There’s no pain, so don’t worry about me.”

	“Then how does it feel... to lose your virginity?” you ask her, shoving your member back inside of her canal.

	“Not... exactly the romantic first time I had in mind.” Natalie says with a sigh, only to make a slight face of discomfort as you shove it back in, her finger going down to her stomach to trace out where your dick is inside of you.  “And it feels... somwhat itchy down there every time you put it in, like inside of my stomach.  Girls actually find this enjoyable?”

	“It often gets better as time goes on.  ...Though you may be an exception as...  Well...” you says while looking over her.

	Natalie sighs as she rolls her eyes to the ceiling.  “Just continue.” 

	You pull back out then inside of Natalie, going slow not for her sake but your own.  The baffling textures around your cock make it an incredibly different experience than being paired with a human woman.  The way her insides seem to grab your cock so hard that it seems like it hurts, but at the same time the near frictionless metal letting you slide in and out with utter ease.  It takes a while to build up to something that isn’t a snails pace, but you do manage to get some sort of pace going.

	Natalie’s breathing rate increases during this time, one of her hands going up to massage her rapidly breathing chest, pinching the nipple to cause a spring of fluid to come from out of it.  “I...  I think I feel...  something.”

	“Yea, that something being actually enjoying the sex.” you reply.  Feeling more daring with Natalie’s body, your hands reach in under her and grab her ass.  A duality of sensations like most of her body, her shapely rear letting your hands sink in to a certain extent, but whenever you the cool bottoms you can feel the dermal layer of armour underneath.  This is not enough to deter you from continue your pace, thrusting in and out from inside of her.  Small gasps begin to escape your lips as your eyes dart constantly back and forth between her bouncing breasts and her pussy getting split open by your cock. 

	Natalie now seems to be getting into it as well, Natalie now roughly fondling her own breasts as she moans loudly.  “Y-Yea...  I-I really feel it now...” Natalie moans, her hand trailing down from her breasts and smearing a trail of milk down to her stomach.

Fueled by the erotic sight and wishing to see her breasts bounce more, you begin to thrust hard inside of her, to which it is a mistake you quickly regret.  Each and every thrust makes your cock bury to the hilt inside of her tight and ‘moist’ cavern, while you can feel a slight pain in your hips as your hipbone meets another hipbone of solid jade.

At this point sparks literally begin to fly off from Natalie’s skin as her hand moves down to rub her clit, moaning incessantly all the while.  Natalie’s eyes remain closed, the face of a girl experiencing her first sexual union in pure rapture.  The sound of flesh hitting against each other fills the garage followed by a chorus of moans and gasps.  At this point the entire inside of Natalie’s pussy begins to vibrate, sending not only the kinetic sensations through your body but a small arc of something like electricity through your body.  It doesn’t cause harm, but you can feel your body getting more and more twitchy as you feel the energy from Natalie’s body pour into you, giving you sensations that literally rip throughout your entire body.

“N-Natalie!  I can’t-”

“Yes!  Cum!  Cum inside me!” Natalie gasps, wrapping her legs around you, inserting your penis all the way inside of her in one shove.

The sudden sensation and break of rhythm throws off your concentration, your cock now erupting inside of Natalie’s vagina.   The electricity flowing from Natalie’s body hitting pleasure nerves on the inside of your body that you never knew existed; while the vibrations inside are met with a unique ripple sensation around your cock that goes from base to tip, seeming to try and milk as much as possible out from your balls.  It does just that took as your body seems to convulse with the strongest orgasm you’ve ever had in your life.  Your vision blurs and coherent thinking becomes impossible as the loud moaning of Natalie brings you back to some of your senses.  You try to pull out, horrible thoughts of making a 1X year old pregnant filling your mind, but Natalie is so strong that you cannot pull out even a millimeter, while a part of you wants to stay inside of her, a primal urge to continue filling her up.

Both you and Natalie remain holding each other, time slowing down as you feel Natalie’s arcing body against your own.  Once Natalie’s orgasm aftershocks have subsided, she finally drops her legs, allowing you to pull out.  Your cock comes out slowly as it seems to claw at your member to remain inside, before leaving Natalie with a small pop and a gasp from her.  Looking down at her vagina, you can see cum flowing out of her open pussy immediately, trickling down her ass and onto the couch below.  Natalie’s face remains in a daze, her face filled with both the physical sensation of bliss and a realization that now she has to return to reality.

“That... was pretty risky, I mean I tried to pull out.” you tell her.  “What if you had gotten pregn-”

“I don’t care.” Natalie replies as she sits back on the couch, waving dismissively at you.  “If I survive this hellhole then I’ll have any child I damn well want.”

“Then does this make you happy?  The very fact that you, a supposed machine, is able to participate at all in the baby making process?” you ask.  “That you felt so good inside that I literally had the best orgasm of my life moments ago?”

A long silence fills the room as Natalie puts her hand on her chin, looking off at the wall.  “I guess...”

“All you need is time to recover, time to get away from this hellhole.” you tell her.  “I may not be able to get you off the island safely or fix all your problems, but you’re welcome to stay here as long as you want.  In the meantime I’ll do some basic servicing on your armour.”

“...Fine.” Natalie replies.

“Good, now get cleaned up.  There’s some clean towels over there.” you say pointing over to a collection of towels.  “I’ll get some clothes for you and then I’ll look at your a-”

“Under one condition.” Natalie says.

“Which is?” you ask.

Natalie turns around to face you, one leg remaining on the couch as she spreads her legs then has her fingers spread apart her pussy lips, giving you a display of your cum still coming out of her.  “I want to do it again.”

******

For the next several days, you and Natalie lose yourself in each other.  Instead of static filled music on the radio, most of your time is spent having sex with her in nearly every way imaginable.  Cowgirl, Amazon, bondage, anal, blowjobs, titjobs...  If anything she’s the one that asks for it more, unsure whenever the cause is her being a youthful 1X year old who freshly discovered the joys of sex or whenever or not her machine body gives her endurance far above most others.  Other fears in your life, such as safety and fear of getting Natalie pregnant vanished from your mind long ago, and for the first time since this hell started you actually felt a feeling of fullness and happiness.  Even Natalie herself has begun to heal, recovering back to a more healthy mindset and one where you have even seen her laugh a few times.

	Progress on Natalie’s armour is nearly done.  Natalie took it with her when she went to the store, storing it somehow in a subspace storage device inside of her body that makes your head hurt thinking about it.  Right now however you’re focusing on seeing if you can replicate ammo for some of her weapons.  One energy weapon she possesses uses magnetic strips for ammo.  The process makes them quite volatile, but once they’re loaded inside of Natalie’s subspace storage they’re harmless.  Still, with a stack of nearly 10 done so far, you’d rather she come back and claim these damn bombs before your entire garage blows up on accident.

	“One more for the pile.” you say carefully putting the rusty red, energized magnetic strip on the table next to you.

	As you finish, you hear a rattling at the door nearby. 

	“You find anything good Natalie?” you ask turning around.  “I wanted to try out what your actual co-”

	You stop in your tracks from the sight in front of you, some humanoid figure standing on two legs.  Like Natalie it’s wearing a form of armour, but rather spikes with caked blood seem to be impaling it’s body in vital locations, seams in it’s armour jammed with cancerous twitching growths, and a head bent at a nearly 90 degree angle as it hangs to the side, staring at you with blood red eyes.

	You know for a fact that this is a Gremlin, and you also know that without military equipment your chances of winning are akin to a mouse fighting a lion.

	By pure reflex you take your nearby shotgun and open fire on the creature.  The creatures speed and reaction time is unreal as it ducks under your first shot, before skittering along the floor towards you.  A second shot forces the creature to jump to the side then at you, one hand going for your neck and the other going for your left arm.  You clench your teeth hard as you can feel a spike impale your arm, pain ripping through your body as you try to scream, but the creatures grip around your next cuts your scream short.

	“Masssssssster re-re-re-requires addition ammunition for his ba-ba-battle against the Unenlightened.” the Gremlin says, stuttering on it’s words like a broken audio player.  The gremlin reaches out for the energy cell you have just charged with his third arm, holding it up in front of you.  “Do-do-do-do you possess any more of these-ese-ese-ese units?”

	You give a small sigh to yourself.  You won’t be getting out of this alive, and with the wound in your arm you’re going to bleed to death in minutes.  “Natalie...  I’m sorry.”

	“Par-Par-Pardon?” the machine asks, increasing it’s grip on your arm.  

	“Yea, one more batch.” you say pointing your shotgun towards the charged energy cells before firing a slug at them, a brilliant white light the last thing you see.