New Age Weapon.

	Dull light from the fluorescent strips hanging from the warehouse roof glinted off thick plates of metal – or something that looked like metal. Visible through gaps in the armour, a sticky looking brown mesh lay dormant. Occasionally, the mesh would shudder or pulsate, but these spasmodic movements were rare. The entire thing was man-shaped, although it was far taller than any man.
	“So what is it?” Raimi asked, giving the curious object a doubting look. The thing pulsated again as she watched, sending an instinctual shiver of revulsion up her spine.
	“A weapon,” Gregori told her, in a typically blunt fashion. As the corporation's Chief Engineer, he was responsible for developing new weapon technology.
	Raimi had been a corporate soldier for a long time, but she had never seen a weapon quite like the thing that stood before her. “Are you sure?”
	“Next generation biomechanical power armour,” Gregori nodded slowly and pushed a button on a nearby console. The weapon shuddered, splitting open along the front and unfolding. The weapon was even more disgusting on the inside, the unhealthy pink colour of raw flesh. When she noticed that there was enough room for a human to fit inside, Raimi realised why she was here. “Perfectly safe,” Gregori added, noticing Raimi's uneasy expression.
	“Biomechanical,” Raimi said to herself as she took a step towards the weapon and looked inside. The pink lining was soft to the touch and slightly damp, quivering when she prodded it. “I don't know about this, isn't there anyone else who can use it?”
	“Only you. No cyberware,” Gregori tapped his own arm, a gleaming ceramic prosthetic, to emphasise his point. “Take off your clothes. Skin contact needed.”
	“This sucks,” Raimi muttered, stripping off her uniform. In a rare display of courtesy, Gregori turned away from her. Naked, Raimi climbed up a set of steps and started to climb into the weapon. It was like dipping a toe into a swimming pool with no way of knowing the water temperature. The suit lining quivered as she settled down into it, tightening around her bare flesh.
	“Perfectly normal,” Gregori reassured her, checking a readout on one of the numerous terminals dotted around the room. “Arms now.”
	Grimacing, Raimi slid her arms into the suit. Again, the fleshy interior writhed around her for a moment before settling into place. Without any hesitation, Gregori pushed a button and the suit began to fold back up, enclosing Raimi in the hot, damp interior. For a moment, she was totally blind with the smell of blood as her only sensation. Something wet squeezed against her eyes, forcing her eyelids open and flooding them with light.
	Raimi gagged at the sensation before she realised that she was seeing through the suit. The vision was muddy and slightly distorted, but it was clear enough to navigate by. Moving was easier than she had expected, with the suit matching her every movement. It made sense, she thought, since it was clinging to her like a second skin.
	“Basic training now,” Gregori announced, seemingly pleased by the readings he was getting.
	“Any advice?” Raimi asked, without thinking. Her voice filtered strangely through the suit, coming out as a gravely growl. When she opened her mouth, some of the fluid from the suit seeped inside. It was rich with the taste of blood and something that tasted of chemicals.
	Gregori paused for a moment, thinking carefully. “Remain calm,” he told her, nodding wisely.

	Metal screeched as Raimi tore her way through the blast door, hurling herself into the crowd of dismayed mercenaries. Razor sharp bone claws sprouted from the suit's hands as Raimi began to cut a swath through her enemies. Bodies were thrown left and right, blood spraying from gutted bodies and severed arteries. Raimi snarled, aggression boosting hormones coursing through her veins.
	This was her third time in the suit, and now it was as familiar to her as her own skin. Her previous experiences in the suit had been tentative, but now she wasn't holding back. Gregori's warning to stay calm was all but forgotten, lost beneath a wave of chemical rage. The last mercenary died messily, impaled on her claws as Raimi lifted him up and cast his body aside.
	Suddenly, the suit shuddered, the lining growing warmer and slick. Something was different, Raimi realised with a desperate panic, something was wrong. The squirming inside the suit, once as familiar as her own heartbeat, was now faster and harsher. Her own heartbeat grew frantic to match the suit as she tried to move, but the limbs were caught in place. Slowly, ponderously, the suit fell over on its side and fell silent.
	Raimi was cast into darkness as the visual feed cut out. In the sudden silence and darkness, Raimi's ragged breathing filled her ears. Slowly, something inside the suit began to move, slithering over her skin in an almost curious manner. Growths began to swell out from the suit lining, probing her body. A moan of disgust slipped from Raimi's lips as the sensation grew stronger, like countless tongues flicking across her skin.
	Despite her disgust, Raimi's body reacted to the stimulus, growing damp and hot to match the suit. She began to pant, hating herself for getting aroused, as her nipples her tickled and teased. Something began to grow between her spread legs, pushing up against her crotch. Raimi bit her lip and whimpered as the organ continued to push up, parting her lips and entering her.
	The organ entered her easily, pushing into her dripping wet vagina. It was large, filling her up and stretching her out. An involuntary moan escaped her as the organ began to pulse inside her, sliding in and out. The suit was doing something to her, feeding her some kind of hormone to keep her aroused. Whatever it was, it was clouding her mind until all she could do was let her eyes roll back and accept her fate.
	Raimi was no stranger to sex, but she had never felt anything like this. The invading suit seemed to know all of her sensitive places, attacking them with merciless waves of pleasure. It wasn't long before she felt her first orgasm build, exploding inside of her and wiping her mind clean of thoughts. When she came to her senses, Raimi could hear a chorus of dull roars and growls. She realised that they were coming from her, orgasmic moans and cries amplified by the suit and broadcast to the world. Some small part of her tried to feel embarrassed but, like any kind of resistance, it was too much effort.
	Her second orgasm, this one even stronger, left her shuddering not long after. This time the suit seemed to react, the writhing caresses growing even faster. Inside her, the organ was pulsing harder, straining against her tight vagina as it grew even larger. With a shocking feeling of sudden emptiness, the organ retracted slightly before one final spasm pumped what seemed like a huge amount of thick liquid into her.
	Raimi gasped and cried aloud as the liquid, hot and clingy, shot into her. It coated her insides, painting them, as her body hungrily accepted it all. The suit relaxed its grip on her, allowing Raimi to flex her stiff limbs slightly. When she moved, some of the thick liquid began to leak out of her, dripping down her legs. Her abdomen, when she managed to tentatively feel it, felt swollen, bloated with alien ejaculate.
	As she lay panting, struggling to get her breath back, Raimi heard a hiss. The suit was unfolding, releasing her from the damp prison she had been kept in. Even though it was dim outside, the light seemed painfully bright against her sensitive eyes. It took a great deal of effort for Raimi to raise an arm and cover her eyes. The smell of blood from the slaughtered mercenaries assailed her, leaving her nauseous and disoriented.
	Slowly, Raimi realised that she was lying naked in a deserted building. Her legs were spread apart, slick with a mixture of her own secretions and the fluid that the suit had shot into her. Her breasts and nipples felt bruised and sensitive, as if they had been brutally pinched. It was still hard to think, and for a while all she could do was lie back and stare at the ceiling. Eventually, Gregori's words came back to her.
	“Remain calm,” she groaned, dearly regretting her mistake.

	Raimi gasped in sudden pain as her abdomen began to shudder. She had been crawling away from her suit, the “Next generation biomechanical power armour”, after it had suffered a hideous malfunction when the pain started. Some of the fluid it had pumped into her was still seeping from her, slower now that it had started to dry and form a crust on her skin.
	Another spasm of pain ripped through her, worse this time, causing her to stop and roll over. Her stomach, which had already been bloated, had started to swell alarmingly, throbbing from within. Fear and disgust shot through her as an idea began to form in her mind. The unnatural copulation had planted a seed within her, and that seed was already beginning to sprout.
	“This can't be happening!” Raimi gasped, tears streaming from her eyes as the pain grew worse. A sudden feeling of release made her look down, between her spread legs. Clear liquid, tinged with blood in places, was leaking out from her and spreading across the floor. Tentatively, Raimi reached down and touched her vagina, confirming what she had feared. The orifice was growing dilated, ready to release her unwanted offspring into the world.
	As she lay panting on the ground, a new feeling of determination spread through her thoughts. She refused to let herself die here, and that meant she would have to get the child out of her, one way or another. Another wave of pain shot through her, this time accompanied by an all-consuming urge to push. Helpless, she obeyed her body's urges and began to push with all her might.
	A feral cry escaped her lips as Raimi strained and pushed. The inhuman sound reached her ears, but she ignored it. Focussing on anything other than delivering her child was nearly impossible. The contractions continued, growing in intensity, as her vagina continued to grow. Blood was starting to pool beneath her, the product of several tears in her tender flesh.
	Dismay was slowly taking over Raimi's thoughts. It was hard, almost impossibly hard, to keep going despite the pain, but she knew that she had little choice. On some instinctual level, she knew that she was getting close, but her body was growing weaker.
	Her cries grew harsher, almost becoming a raw howl, as the final contraction hit her. With a heroic effort, Raimi felt a sudden release as the child slid out of her, accompanied by a rush of bloody fluid. Raimi tried to scream, but was unable to muster the effort. The most she could do was lean to the side and throw up.
	When she mustered the courage to see what she had given birth to, Raimi was startled. The child was almost human, large and eyeless but still unmistakably humanoid. Two arms and two legs, although the flesh was the same reddish brown as the suit. A slick, bloody tube ran from the child into her, connecting them both. Staring at that bloody cord, Raimi realised that she couldn't abandon the child. No matter how it had been conceived, it was still hers.
	Slowly, tenderly, Raimi picked the child up and raised it to her mouth. When she bit into it, the cord was leathery and tasted of her own blood. She severed it, gnawing through the flesh, and held the child close to her breast. She could feel it breathing slowly, each breath heavy but regular. Beneath its chest, she could feel a strong heartbeat. Rising unsteadily to her feet, Raimi began to walk back to base, child cradled in her arms.